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Drew rolled from left to right before finally going still on his stomach. Vince threw a handful of sand at his brother’s backside. It didn’t do much good, but it didn’t hurt, either. Everyone else stood completely frozen. The silence seemed to drag on for ages until it became clear that Drew was completely fine.

Then, the laughter was uncontrollable.

Most of them laughed until tears ran down their faces. Mark, still on his knees in the sand next to his son, let out a hearty, bellowing laugh that was equal parts amusement and relief.

The only person not laughing was Brooklyn, who stood, glaring, her arms crossed, her posture defensive.

Drew rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky.

“I’m okay,” he said. “I’m okay, guys. I regret nothing.”

“Bruh.” Vince kicked his brother’s foot. “How the hell did you even manage to do that?”

Drew’s eyes were closed.

“Did he just pass out?” Sylvan said.

Mark blew out a sigh. “Vince. Amari. Yall take his ass inside. Put him in bed. On his side or his stomach.”

“We gotta undress him?” Vince said, his lip curling.

“Nah. Leave them chargrilled pants on his ass so he can wake up and relive this stupidity.”

Sunny burst out laughing again.

Brooklyn stormed off, prompting Davion to follow her.

Mark stood, brushing sand off his pants. His eyes immediately went to Sunny again, glowing with a different type of fire.

Pure, unadulterated lust.

She shivered, forcing herself to look away before she ran and jumped on him right here in front of everyone.

And Orion? He might have been drunk, but he wasn’t oblivious.

The doctor had designs on his wife.

Chapter 16

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Sunny stared at the mirror, smiling at her own reflection, her heart fluttering. She hadn’t felt this alive in years.

She’d decided to wear a swim coverup, knowing good and well it wasn’t covering anything; she was panty and braless again, figuring they had no time to waste. She checked, then double-checked all angles to make sure the light didn’t expose her through the thin fabric.

Perfect.

Her hands trembled slightly as she spritzed perfume on her collarbone—gourmand, because she wanted to lookandsmell like a snack. She took a slow, steadying breath, then padded barefoot toward the door.

Before she could reach the knob, the door burst open with a bang, sending Sunny a foot in the air.

“What the hell are you doing?” she whisper-yelled at Orion.

He stepped inside like he owned the joint and had the nerve to be wearing a silk robe.

“We need to talk,” he slurred.

“No we don’t.” Her voice was soft, but firm. “Go to bed, Ry. Sleep it off.”