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We watch as he runs out of the water with her still slung over his shoulder. Dawson swims over to me and punches my arm.

“Lucky fucking bastard.” He growls.

“Snooze you lose brother.” I say winking at him.

Chapter Thirteen

Scarlett

Ifeel dizzy as all fuck from the amount of blood that has rushed to my head and the amount of spinning Sonny has done. Still slung over his shoulder, I beg him one final time to put me down. “Please put me down Sonny. I’m gunna chuck.”

He immediately stops, loosening his hold on me so I’m able to slide down his body. Thankfully, Sonny still holds me close as I feel myself waver in his arms.

“Are you okay Cielito?” He asks with a hint of concern. One of his hands moves up from its place on my back and cups my cheek. I nod which causes my head to start spinning again.

“Shit.” He mutters. He then brings me down with him, cradling me in his arms.

“I’m sorry Scar. I didn’t mean to make you feel sick.” He says, dipping his head in disappointment in himself.

“Hey,” I say, lifting his chin, “It's alright, all the blood just ran to my head is all.” He nods but I can still tell he's frustrated with himself. “Look at me Sonny.” I demand. He eventually lifts his gaze to meet mine. “I really am fine. I promise.” I give him a reassuring smile. He stays quiet for a moment, his eyes searching mine to see if he can catch a lie but once he’s happy he nods, wrapping his arms around me tighter and brings me into his lap. My head rests on his chest, like I was made to fit there; his head resting on mine.

Seeing this gentle and delicate side of Sonny is surprising. That confident, cocky guy is almost like armour to him. Some kind of defence mechanism to protect the person underneath. But seeing a hint of it just now, it makes me want to know more. That flirty guy was so fucking alluring, but this sensitive guy, I could become addicted if I'm not careful. It makes me wonder just how many people get to see him like this: vulnerable and without his walls up.

Pike, Dacre, Nicky and Dawson all eventually make their way out of the water and up to the towels. Fucking hell, this is the best eye candy a girl could ask for. The water running off their chiselled tatted up bodies and the way the afternoon sunset seems to bounce off their bodies like they are sculptures, absolute chefs kiss. I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop myself from taking my fill of them even if I tried. If I hadn’t been worked up from feeling those exact bodies all afternoon, all of those little touches they managed to sneak in then that kiss with Nicky that had me well and truly at boiling point, I might have been able to but alas, it was futile.

God, that kiss. I have never been kissed like that before in my life. Considering the amount of terrible experiences i've had with the sloppy pashes drunk guys at parties seemed to insist on, I had been stunned. It was obvious that Nicky has experience. That thought sends a hint of jealousy through me. I quickly pushed it away. We all have pasts and I refused to think about these guys' pasts while they were here with me.

It feels like a cliché thing to say but I felt sparks when our lips met. Like I could easily get lost in him for hours on end. Like the world could be ending but all I would be able to focus on is where I began and he ended. The idea of these guys seemed to lead me further and further into something dangerous, something I wouldn’t be unable to come back from but I was fucked if I was going to stop it anytime soon.

I let out a sigh, forcing myself to extract myself from Sonny’s hold. He holds me tighter for a moment longer, like he doesn't want to let me go. I can’t blame him. Staying in his arms like that, that feeling of safety, comfort and maybe… love? I internally shake my head, cringing at the thought, Love? Fucking hell Scarlett. It's been three days. Three days and already thinking words like love. I mentally slap the thought.

I smile down at Sonny. “Come on, let's get dry.”

We quickly dry ourselves off. The guys offer to have me around for dinner that night. The set of apartments they are staying in for the month is small so the guys were lucky enough to snap up the penthouse apartment. It would have cost them a pretty penny too.

The balcony spans the entire top floor. Completely overlooking the beach, the view from up here is spectacular. Inside the apartment is super modern. The guys mentioned they were lucky enough to get a room each to themselves. Pike grumbles about being lucky to not have to share with Sonny again, whatever that means.

On our way back from the beach, we decided to order pizza for dinner. I suggested one of the small local businesses. They never disappoint.

“Holy shit, this is delicious.” Sonny says but it's muffled due to the mouth full of pizza he currently has. The guys all nod, agreeing with him.

A notification pings on my phone. I quickly pick it up to check who it is.

NOAH

Hey Scar, are you keen to come to the game on Saturday arvo? The whole gang is going to be there and I'd Love to see you before I'm off next year!

I smile seeing Noah’s message and look around at the guys. A game of footy is the perfect way to help dip the guy’s toes into our culture. Footy is better than religion around these parts.

I quickly send him a quick reply,

ME

Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Can I bring along some friends too?

NOAH

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