Chapter Eight
“I thought you’d never find the place.”
Cherry dropped a tarp, raft, blanket, bundle of tree branches, and rope on the ground. “Are you kidding? I know this campground like the back of my hand.”
“Wow, you carried all that stuff from your site to mine?”
Nodding, she said, “Looks like we’re both magicians. You’ll have to tell me how you performed your trick.”
Phil’s fingers rolled along her thighs as she bent to unbundle the branches. “What trick would that be?”
Hitting his hand away, she said, “You somehow escaped my cabin without me or my parents noticing. How did you manage that?”
“Ahh, well a magician never reveals his secrets.”
Cherry shook her head. “You’re such a dork.”
“You’re such a slut.” He lifted her sundress all the way up over her hips before she c
