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but it can’t be. Can it?

It’s too soon.

This is real life and not a romance book.

“Mila.” He breathes.

The water current seems to push us together. We’re chest to chest. I stared at his face. I try my darndest to maintain eye contact, but after a few seconds, my eyes fall down to his lips. I can hear his breathing change.

With him, I never feel the pressure to fill the silence. Our conversations don’t feel forced.

It flows naturally, as if words aren’t needed.

After a few minutes, Riagan’s hand tangles with mine. My heart slams in my chest hard enough, I worry I am at risk of a heart attack despite my youth and fitness, but I don’t let go. I hold on to his hand as he holds onto mine.

Here, in the middle of the sea, with his arms around me and his fake engagement ring on my finger… I’ve never felt more at home.

Home.

Without saying a word, I lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. I keep my lips there. “I think… I think you might become one of my favorite people, Riagan.”

“Good.” He pulls me closer to his chest. So close that I can feel his heartbeat. “Because you’re already my favorite one.”

Closing my eyes, I breathe in his scent mixed with the sea with a smile on my face.

I’m screwed.

Because there is no doubt that I’ve become obsessed with this overwhelming and joyous feeling in my chest whenever he is near.

I am irrevocably obsessed with this man.

Riagan’s Secret Thoughts

She makes me want to be better.

Never wanted to before her.

Private Beach

MILA

“She’s the miracle of life. My life.” — R

Another day, another adventure.

Another bucket list dream crossed.

An engagement ring.

Unreal.

Once I woke up, I went downstairs and had breakfast with Riagan. He asked for waffles again, and ate all of his and two of mine. I didn’t mind sharing food with him. I like that he enjoys my baking.

It brings me joy to see his face as he eats what I made him.

I don’t fully understand why it brings me this much joy compared to others eating my food but it does.

After we finished breakfast, he asked me to join him on another adventure, and I, of course, couldn’t deny him. Not an adventure. Never.

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