Catching Cassidy by Melissa Foster Read Free Book Online Page B

bracelets slide down Cassidy’s forearm. I feel like I’m seeing her for the first time in the seventeen years I’ve known her, and I stare at her like she’s one hot piece of ass. I feel my dick stir in my pants again, and I shift my eyes away.
    Shit. Shit, shit, shit . Whatever is going on with my body better stop, or I won’t be able to hide that I’m lusting after her.
    It’s too early in the season for the beach to be crowded, but there are still bikini babes lying in the sun. They should hold my attention, but my eyes keep shifting back to Cassidy. She whispers something to Delilah, and then they both sprint toward me, laughing, and they grab my hands. I can’t help but laugh along as they tug me across the sand.
    “Come on, Wy,” Cassidy says. “We want to put our feet in the water and then maybe walk on the boardwalk.”
    I’m glad to see Delilah smiling again, and I’m ready to pull my head out of the dark place it’s been in since the fight with Kyle. I try to ignore the guilt I feel for thinking all sorts of inappropriate things about Cassidy—like wondering what it might feel like to touch that fine ass of hers. It’s a strange thing to suddenly want to touch every inch of your best friend.
    The three of us walk hand in hand along the surf for a while, and then we head up to the boardwalk. Cassidy’s phone buzzes a few times, and she finally powers it off. My gut wrenches, knowing it’s probably Kyle.
    “I don’t really want to go to the Taproom tonight,” Delilah says.
    “We don’t need to, Dee. Do you want to go to the house? Or go see Brooke?” She and Brooke are really close, and I hope that Brooke might help her get through this. I’ve decided to try to talk to Delilah about Mom and Dad next time we’re alone again. I feel like I’m not doing anything to help her, and the problem is, I don’t know how to help. We’re usually so close that I instinctively know what to do, but this isn’t like anything I’ve ever had to deal with before.
    “Yeah. Let’s go see Brooke. I’d love a latte anyway.” Delilah drops my hand as she steps onto the boardwalk.
    Cassidy bends to put her flip-flops back on, and I make a concerted effort not to stare at the curve of her butt peeking out the bottom of her shorts, but it’s nearly impossible. I wonder if she can feel me looking at her. She glances up, still holding my hand, and I don’t see anything different in her eyes. I tell myself to turn the goddamn horny thoughts off, but it turns out that it’s not that easy. I’m stuck walking around with my dick at half-mast, and it’s not a good feeling. Not just the discomfort, but this is Cassidy, and I love her as my best friend. The last thing either of us needs is to mess that up with some misplaced desire that’s probably fed by everything we’re going through.
    It feels good to see the boardwalk shops and hear the sounds of people laughing and talking, with the ocean breeze sweeping off the beach. But at the same time, it’s strange to see all these carefree people carrying on like nothing has changed, when our entire lives have changed forever. It’s uncomfortably uplifting, but I think we all needed this, and I’m glad we came.
    The boardwalk shops are built to resemble a small town rather than typical brightly colored boardwalk shops. They have cedar siding, like most of the houses in the area, and while there are two or three souvenir shops, they don’t sell cheap plastic souvenirs. They sell artwork and crafts made by local artists. The restaurants sell things like lobster rolls and fish tacos, and there are no hotels rising high above the boardwalk, only two-story motels with wide balconies, built with the same New England facade as the houses.
    The smell of popcorn and the ping ing and buzzer sounds drift out of the open arcade doors as we pass. The arcade is tucked between Hidden Treasures and Sally’s Saltwater Taffy & Fudge. I remember my dad giving me and Dee a handful