Schuyler

I’m happy to see Dallas sunning herself on a lounge chair by the pool as we emerge from our afternoon nap. While Calvin quickly hops in the pool with the rest of his group, I signal for Dallas to follow me.

“What’s up?” she whispers as we walk from the pool area to the beach. “And where have the two of you been?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

I cross the hot sand to the shade of a palm tree. When Dallas joins me, I whisper, “He kissed me.” ...