CHAPTER 3
By 5am, Enzo and I had slipped out of the staff dock with the excuse of “checking the buoys” before the kids woke up for morning activities, paddles dipping silently so no one would hear. My heart was already racing before we even reached the middle of the lake, because this summer had been nothing but stolen glances and almost-touches, and I was done waiting.
I set my paddle down with a soft clatter and climbed straight into his lap, straddling him in the narrow canoe. The boat rocked dangerously, water sloshing against the sides, but I didn’t care anymore.
“Last summer we almost did this exact thing,” I gasped, yanking his camp shorts down just enough for his thick c**k to spring free, already hard and leaking for me. “Remember? We got so close on the dock and then chickened
