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“Look at us,” I stopped, took another sip of the champagne, and shook my head. “We’re talking like we are back in college, and I’m the jealous girlfriend.”

He put his hand on my knee. “So long as you’re my girl again, I’ll gladly talk drama from years past. I don’t give a shit.”

“Oh, trust me, it’ll get old fast, and you would give a shit.”

Let’s just enjoy this vacation because once we get back, shit will get real with this surgery. Even though I plan to be involved in every part of this recovery, you will see why it was lovely to have me away from that hospital for a week.”

“That bad, eh?”

“Damn place holds me prisoner sometimes. At least it feels that way.”

“I’m excited to do this, you know? Just like the hospital holds you prisoner, I feel like my stress and worrying about Jacks has been holding me hostage as well.”

“It’s perfect, then. You and me getting a fresh start.”

“By playing around?” I said, referring to our carefree lifestyle these days.

“If that’s what you want to call it. Yes, beautiful,” he leaned over, slid his hand over the back of my neck, and kissed me, “let’s play around a little.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Jessa

Cameron and I were on day three of our vacation, and this place was nothing short of paradise in every sense. Punta Mita was mind-blowing, to say the very least. The tropical area felt like an island of its own.

From the white sand beaches to our fantastic villa, I woke up every morning content to my core.

“What’s on the list today?” Cam asked, walking out of the shower naked, knowing I would appreciate the chance to ogle him.

I pulled my hands up behind my head and into my pillows, allowing the blankets to slide down from where they covered my breasts, offering him a little something too.

His eyes sparkled like the cobalt blue color of the ocean water just beyond our master suite.

“I’ll take this as my invitation,” he said as he climbed onto the bed, crawled over my body, and his deliciously hard cock rubbed against my abdomen. “God, I want you, baby.”

I ran my hands up his back, knowing we’d start the day like this as we had every other day since we’d arrived.

“What are you thinking about?” Cam asked as I sipped my fruity cocktail.

I pushed my hair from my face as the wind blew it around. “About how happy and relaxed I am,” I said, smiling at him.

“That’s because you’re finally living a little, and you’re not strapped down by worry and stress.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before he stood. “I’m happy that you’re enjoying yourself.” He shook his empty beer bottle. “I’m getting another. Do you want the bartender to make you another cocktail?”

“I think I’ll switch to water. It’s only two in the afternoon, and I’ll be too drunk to eat dinner tonight if I keep this going,” I laughed.

“Back in a sec,” he said, then walked back into the villa where, for some ridiculous reason, we had a chef and bartender at our beck and call.

I brought my attention back to the ocean, watching it sparkle in so many iridescent ways, and genuinely proud of myself for not bugging Jacks this entire vacation.

The rustling of the palm trees in the breeze, and the waves crashing into the shore, were hypnotic, and I was so thoroughly relaxed that I could’ve fallen asleep.

“Jessica,” Cameron said softly, most likely not wanting to startle me.

“Mm?” I said, stretching a little, realizing I was about to doze off from the combination of the alcohol and the soft, warm breeze.

He ran his hand over the top of my head. “Baby,” he said, and my eyes widened when I saw him kneeling at my side.

Holy shit. Was Jackson right? Is Cam going to propose?

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