All I Want for Summer by Clare Lydon

Author:Clare Lydon [Lydon, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Lgbt, Lesbian, Contemporary
Google: -0v3DAAAQBAJ
Amazon: B01JML6TW0
Publisher: Custard Books
Published: 2016-08-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

When Holly woke up the next morning, the inside of the tent had somehow sagged in the night. Not just bowed, but truly sagged. Like it had given up, and was conceding to its fate. Holly understood the feeling — it would be easy for her to do exactly the same thing tonight after the weekend they’d had so far. To sag and perhaps stay in her sleeping bag all day, which was the safest option. Especially if Jen was waiting outside.

Still, the tent had been a welcome refuge when they got back, clad in T-shirts, a blanket and an apron like they’d attended a spectacularly odd fancy dress party, Tori’s butt cheeks exposed. They’d been almost joyous to finally reach their home for the weekend — until they’d clocked the three pairs of shoes outside Trudi and Shauna’s tent. However, if Jen was there for breakfast, Holly was determined to deal with it like a grown-up. As in, take a deep breath and head into town for breakfast. She wasn’t going to cause any more drama; even she’d had enough of that. But she certainly wasn’t going to play happy lesbian families with Jen, either.

Holly wriggled her toes and could still feel the grime caked on from walking across the beach and the campsite; she was desperate for a shower. Arriving back last night, they’d fallen asleep without brushing their teeth. Hence this morning, her mouth also felt like the inside of a cat basket, only possibly more furry. On top of all that, she was horrendously dehydrated, too.

She lifted her lower back stiffly off the floor — something was sticking in it, and she had no idea what. An anthill. A snake. A flesh-eating spider. A rock. Any minute now, the flesh-eating bug might break through and kill her.

That thought made her sit up, where she headbutted the sagging tent roof.

It was wet. Overnight, the tent had perspired.

Holly winced, pushing the sweaty fabric away from her: it just fell back once she took her hand away. She gave up and lay back down. The rock/killer insect stuck right back into her. Beside her, Tori had her mouth half open, eyes flickering. Tori might have eaten any number of spiders in the night. Then again, so might she.

“Will you stop moving about so much.”

Holly glanced to her left with a grin. “I thought you were asleep,” she said. “Anyway, I was just checking there wasn’t a snake underneath us.”

Tori rolled over and opened an eye. “Bound to be a snake at a campsite in Brighton. Riddled with them. I hear they pitched the site here for that very reason, to freak out campers.”

Holly gave her a look. “Don’t wind me up this morning. Things are still very delicate after last night.” Holly had forgiven her 95 per cent for the skinny-dipping disaster, but there was still a raw, naked 5 per cent that didn’t need poking.

“You can’t stay mad at me for long,” Tori said, her voice sing-song. “Besides, remember I make up your top three sexual encounters.

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