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When I lean in to kiss her, the sparks fly. It doesn’t matter how many times we kiss; the same warm feelings explode every time.

As I pull away, she snaps another picture of us before taking one of herself.

She sends the one of herself to Kaleigh and Sophie. “They’re going to be so jealous that they’re missing out on this.”

“You should come back here with them one day.”

Cora nods and tucks her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “I know. As soon as everything is paid off, I’m flying on a plane and heading straight out of the country.”

“Just promise me that you’ll come back home to visit every now and then.” I give her a teasing smile as we push off the railing and continue across the bridge.

Cora rolls her eyes and bumps her hip into mine. “Come on. We’re in Ireland, and I desperately need a beer from Temple Bar.”

“A girl after my own heart.”

Cora stops nearly a dozen times between the bridge and the bar.

She takes pictures of everything she sees and pictures of us.

As I walk with her and pose for pictures, I know everything about this trip feels right.

Everything about being head over heels for Cora feels right.

Chapter seventeen

Cora

I tilt my head to the sun and inhale the fresh air as we climb a rolling hill in the countryside. Wildflowers scent the air, and the ruins of a castle sit just ahead of us.

The wind tugs at my hair, sending it flying around my face.

Griffin laughs as I run back to him and fling myself into his arms. He catches me and spins me in a circle before putting me back down on the ground.

He grabs the water bottle from his backpack and hands it to me. “I think this is the most relaxed I’ve ever seen you,” he says.

I shrug and tuck my hands into the pockets of my linen shorts. “There’s something about being here and exploring castles with you… it’s putting me in a good mood.”

As we approach the castle, the sun starts to dip toward the horizon.

Griffin holds out his hand for my phone, and I give it to him. He takes a couple of pictures of me in front of the castle before snapping one of us.

He hands the phone back, and I take a few more pictures of the scenery before putting it away.

Streaks of pink and orange cross the sky as we explore the exterior of the crumbling stone.

Cracks and chips climb up the castle. Wooden doors are covered with moss and vines, nearly falling off the hinges.

I take another picture of some of the flowers crawling up the vines. “It’s hard to believe this was home to somebody once upon a time. I couldn’t imagine living in a castle.”

Griffin plucks a flower and then tucks it into my hair. “You’d love living in a castle. I can see you wandering the halls now with a book in your hand and those flowing pants you wear all the time.”

I take a picture of him with the setting sun in the background. “Hmm… I’m not sure about that. I think I’d be worried about keeping the stone floors warm.”

“True, what you like the most about my house are the heated floors.”

I click my tongue and nod cheerfully. “You’ve got that right.”

Griffin laughs and shakes his head. “You’re absolutely off your rocker today, Cora.”

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