I was as high as the weed smoke that lingered above our heads. We’d been hiding underneath some hanging trees, trying to escape the heat for at least a couple of hours.

I half shut my eyes at the sting of the blinding sunset; silhouettes danced against a backdrop of orange and pink hues. I smiled at an inflatable starfish that bounced off into the horizon; the tentacles swayed in sync with the distant sound of house music playing off someone’s phone.

Something poked my shoulder; it was a pretty pink flower. “Awe!” I exclaimed in a fog.

“You like it?” Jamie looked happy with his sparkling, light brown eyes; they glowed bright against his sun burnt skin.

“I love it, J,” it got quiet as I sat smiling at the stem. I could feel a single bead of sweat ski down my back and land somewhere deep within the recesses of my bikini bottom.

Then he just kissed me. It surprised me so that my eyes nearly popped out their sockets. I closed my eyes and inhaled him, sucking in his taste. He wrapped my tongue up in a little wet cocoon the moment I slipped mine into his.

“AAAAHHH!” he screamed so loud that it startled the birds in the trees.

“Oh! I’m sorry, baby,” I said in a whisper. My touch must have felt like fire against his peeling flesh.

“No, it’s OK, it doesn’t hurt that bad.” The burns looked a hell of a lot worse than they did earlier.

“Are you sure?” I said with a face.

“Really, it’s fine…” his words faded as his eyes drifted down my face like a falling feather.

I followed his eyes down to his lips, and leaned in for another round, but then caught sight of the tangled skin around his mouth, “J, your face is peeling!”

He pulled back embarrassed and slowly reached up to inspect the damage.

“Did…did that kiss hurt, J?”

Jamie sat on his knees looking sheepish.

Ugh, he was so goddamn cute. What would he do to me with all his innocence? I wanted to taste him all over again, but another kiss would wipe the rest of his skin off.

“Get up,” I wobbled on unsteady knees. Jamie looked confused, but followed suit.