Page 204 of My Rules

“And the benefit of it is that you can eat while naked.”

“That’s an excellent point.”

“Actually”—I smile as I try to up the ante—“I’d enjoy watching you go down on a banana.”

“You’re ruining it,” he mutters dryly. “Too far.”

I get the giggles, and he does too. The waiter comes back. “We do have a shared bench table at the bar available, sir. You can eat your meal there.”

“That could work.” Blake’s eyes come to me, and I nod. “Okay.”

“Great, this way.”

We follow him through the restaurant and take a seat at two of the high-top bar’s corner seats. There is another couple sitting at the other side of the corner. They are around our age, and I saw them at the pool earlier.

“Hello.” Blake smiles as he sits down.

“Hello.” The man smiles. He has an accent.

“Australian?” Blake asks him as he pulls out my stool for me.

“Close, New Zealand.” The man smiles. He gestures to the woman sitting next to him. “This is Hannah, my wife, and I’m Peter.”

Blake shakes his hand. “I’m Blake, and this is my girlfriend, Rebecca.”

“Hello.” I give a shy wave. I’m always hopeless in these types of interactions. Thankfully Blake is the friendliest person on earth.

“You guys having a good time?” Blake asks them.

“Yes, we love it,” Peter replies.

“What will it be?” the bartender asks from across the bar.

Blake gestures to me. “I’ll have a classic margarita, shaken and salted, please.”

“Make that two.” Blake holds up two fingers.

“Actually, make that four,” Peter chimes in. “They sound good.”

Blake picks up my hand and puts it on his thigh. His thick quad muscle is hard beneath my hand, and I smile.

Blake’s love language is touch.

He wants to be touching me all the time. Even in bed when we’re sleeping, his hand is on my behind or his foot is resting against mine. Never does he sit beside me and not touch me in some shape or form. Not that I’m complaining. I’m slowly learning that my love language is touch too.

“So, what brings you to Cancún?” Hannah asks.

Blake gestures to me. “We went to a family wedding,” I reply.

She glances down at my hand. “You guys aren’t married?”

“No.”

“How long have you been together?” Peter asks.

“Well, that depends on who you ask,” Blake replies.

Peter and Hannah laugh, and I frown over at him. “Huh?”

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