Seven

The day before we were scheduled to leave the cabin, James took me to town. The past two weeks were a blur of family outings, with James and I fucking whenever and wherever we could. We even managed to fuck in the hot tub again when the parents were asleep.

James drove us to a nice restaurant and even opened the door for me when we walked in. We had never been here before, he had purposefully driven us an hour away so that nobody would recognize us if we got too handsy.

"How many tonight?" The hostess asks.

"Two," James tells her.

She leads us to a small table near the back, smiling at us when James pulls out the chair for me. She waits until we are seated before handing over a wine menu, "would you like recommendations or do you have a particular favorite?"

James doesn't even look at the menu, "bottle of Malbec please."

She takes the menu back and disappears. When she's gone I whisper, "are you crazy? Neither of us are old enough to order alcohol."

James smiles at me cockily,