“God.” Colby orders three cheeseburgers, famished after playing volleyball all day in the sun. Van gets the same thing, then hands the bag to Colby before taking off again. The hot grease smells heavenly, but as it seeps through the paper, Colby sets the bag on the floor between his legs. “Where do you want to eat?”
Van flashes him a quick grin. “I know a place.” The hand on his knee gives him a promising squeeze. “Gorgeous view, away from all the tourists. Alone, if you catch my drift.”
Colby does. Suddenly the hunger in his stomach is secondary to the lust in his veins.
They ride around for a little while—it seems Van isn’t really sure where they could go. Colby opens the bag of burgers and they split the order, Van driving with one hand on the steering wheel as he eats. When the burg
