Page 35 of Promise Not To Fall

It’s when we’re in the elevator that I finally catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored walls. And I have to immediately look away. Let’s just say it’s a good thing we’re heading to the spa and not out for lunch. Maybe the spa staff can do something with my appearance.

My usual golden-brown hair with the precise waves is all over the fucking place and half-assed into a messy bun, much like it had been last night. Only there’s a big chunk I missed while trying to imprison it into the bun of shame, and now it vaguely resembles a half-assed mullet. Classy look right there.

“Did you see Wesley down there?” Rylee glances up from the phone in her hand and then back down at it.

“Where?”

“At the bar last night.”

“No....” I stare at her, confused. I guess if I had seen him, I might not have remembered, given the amount of alcohol I drank.

“Oh.” Her brows draw together, perplexed. “He went looking for you last night, but I fell asleep. I assumed he was with you.”

“I never saw him.”

She didn’t appear too worried as she follows me out the elevator to the spa. “He’ll show up eventually.”

“I thought you were going to have a romantic first night here? Why would he come looking for me?”

“Ugh, I thought that too.” She hangs her head, watching her flip-flops on the marble floor of the lobby as we cross it. “He was being all moody because I didn’t want to go down to the bar. So we got in a fight, and I just went to bed. Fuck him.”

They do this a lot. Rylee doesn’t have the energy to fight. She finds it boring. Maybe that’s why we get along so well. She’s completely opposite from her older brother too, who in fact started an argument abouteverything.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that you guys are fighting when technically you’re on your pre-wedding honeymoon?”

“I guess so.” The relaxed lines of her face tense. “I don’t know. All I know is I’m about to spend four hours getting pampered. Screw him. And this is on his credit card, so whatever. He can pay for being a dick last night.”

I’d wondered on the plane what the point of this trip is. Why would anyone want to go on a pre-wedding honeymoon? Testing the waters maybe? Otherwise, what is the point? To me, there needs to be a reason.

Their answer?

They just wanted to.

Another thing about Rylee is that she doesn’t like to think about her own problems. Ever. It ruins her “happiness bubble,” and she never wants to leave it. I guess you can say I never want to leave my bubble of control, so I get it.

Rylee smiles at me. “Tell me more about this guy from the bar. Was he good?”

Oh, God, is he.I want to say that, but don’t. I want to keep those thoughts to myself.

Just the mention of the night sends a chill of excitement over me, and I’m reminded of the entire evening. His hold, his kiss, his smile, and then I’m daydreaming. The entire night comes back to me in flashes starting with that smile and the way he said, “What’s your pleasure?”

Him doing the tequila shots and the kiss on the beach. The way his hips pressed me against the door outside my room. Apparently, it’s all more than my mind can handle because I have to stop to take a much needed breath.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Rylee asks, waving her hand in front of my face when I don’t answer.

“Heaven,” I sigh, feeling like I’m swimming through a haze of emotions.

“So… was he good?”

I grin, batting my eyelashes. “A lady never tells.”

Opening the big glass doors to the hotel spa, Rylee laughs. “Well, it’s a good thing you’renotone.”

“True. There are literally no words for how good he was.”

The night is definitely one I willneverforget.

Something else I will never forget: that spa. It’s in a class of elegance I’ve never seen before. Deep, rich walls meet marble floors, giving you a sense of exotic tropical luxury.

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