Page 132 of Isla

Damn. I don't know the last time I slept that late.

"Did I finally tire you out?" Henry asks, setting the coffee on the nightstand and climbing on top of me, pressing his lips to my ear. “I never thought I would find someone who could keep up with me. I always thought something was wrong—that I wanted too much, too often. You proved me wrong. Thank you, Isla." I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tight, letting him pull me into his arms.

Dylan and Theo both sit up, sipping at their coffee, bleary-eyed. Henry sits and pulls me into his lap, handing me my coffee. I'm not going to lie, drinking my coffee in the lap of a smoking hot man may just be my favorite thing ever.

"As soon as the three of you get ready, we can head up the mountain. There's a café at the top where we can eat breakfast," Henry says.

Dylan, Theo, and I share the extra large shower, taking turns stepping in and out of the double showerheads. This is the first time I've showered with them that we haven't ended up doing something sexual, and as dull as it sounds, there's something so intimate and vulnerable about sharing a shower. It has me feeling all gooey on the inside. I'm the last one out of the bathroom, thanks to my unruly hair. Dylan kneels and helps me pull on my boots, lacing them up quickly. He pulls me to my feet, keeping my hand in his as we walk out the door.

It's only a ten-minute drive to the parking lot and a short walk to the gondola. I can't help but giggle when another couple and their two small children are ushered onto the same gondola as us. The mother is carrying an infant strapped to her chest, only the baby's tiny nose peeking out. A little boy, maybe three or four, clings to the dad's leg, studying us.

"Hello," I say softly, waving at the boy. Dylan and Henry smile athim, but Theo keeps his trademark scowl, and I have to elbow him in the ribs before he terrifies the poor kid.

"Did you know Ben Nevis is the biggest mountain in Scotland?" the boy asks.

"Really?" Henry asks, crouching down so they’re on the same level.

The boy nods vigorously, his eyes lighting up. "It's a volcano from thirty-five thousand million years ago. It exploded in the largest explosion ever, and now it's only a mountain."

"That's amazing!" Henry says, his eyes sparkling.

"What's your name?" the boy asks Henry, moving several steps closer.

"Henry."

"Why do you talk funny?"

"I talk funny, do I?" Henry laughs. "I'm from the United States. Do you know where that is?" The boy nods but doesn't say anything. "Do you want to know the tallest mountain in the United States?" Henry asks. The boy nods again. "Its called Denali."

"But it's not bigger than Ben Nevis, right? Ben Nevis has to be the tallest mountain in the world!"

Henry bites his lip, doing an impressive job of hiding his smile. "I'm not sure, little man. I'll have to find out."

"Otay." The dad grabs the little boy's hand as we arrive at the top. "Bye, Henry!" he calls, waving as he exits the gondola. The parents smile, and the mom gives a little wave before leaving.

"Well, that was just about the sweetest thing I've ever seen," I say, taking Henry's hand as we walk off the platform. "You're going to be such a good dad someday."

"Only if it's mine," he says nonchalantly.

I freeze, looking up at him in shock.

"I'm kidding!" he laughs, wrapping his arms around me and leaning close to my ear. "Do you think I would be pushing their cum back inside you if I really felt that way?"

"Don't say stuff like that in public," I whisper, my cheeks flaming.

"Why not? You're so goddamned cute when you blush."

I shake my head. "It's too freaking early for this."

"You'll feel better once you get some food in your stomach."

We step outside the gondola building, and I see the view for the first time. It steals the breath from my lungs. This is it. This is where I want to be married.

Dylan takes one look at my face and grins, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "We have a winner, don't we?"

I nod, turning in a circle and taking in the 360-degree view of my country. Sometimes, I forget about the beauty of where I live. The rain and wind get to me. The bitterly cold winters settle into my bones. But this–this–God. I can't even describe the feeling ofhomethat roars through my blood. Some ancestral part of me is tied to this land. Even the ripping wind can't change my mind that this is the place.

"Please say you guys feel the same thing I'm feeling?"

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