Tourist Trap

by Morgan Elizabeth

Fuck someone on a lifeguard chair.

“I’m finding I seem to always have fun when you’re around, Claire.”

“She looks traumatized,” Miles says. “Probably because she was left outside all night!” “Definitely couldn’t be because you ran from a store while committing grand theft crab?” “Oh, that’s a good one. Maybe grand theft hermies?”

“We should fuck on the beach,” she says with a sigh. “What?” I ask with a laugh, and she turns to look at me. “We should fuck on the beach. That would be hot.” “There would be sand everywhere, Claire. Trust me.” She gasps, a hand going to her chest. “Miles Miller, are you telling me you’ve done this before?” I roll my eyes, but I feel a blush burning. “No, but I grew up here. Everyone has tried it. I tried once and decided pretty soon that it was a terrible idea.”

"Oh my god, you're so in love with me," I whisper with a smile. "And you have been. For like, ever."

"I'm so fucking in love with you, Claire; it's made me crazy for six years."