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And the worst, most shameful one of all:

I still haven’t shared all my secrets.

There’s no way I can say that, not any of it. We’re basking in the afterglow of first-time sex. I don’t have the heart to crush her like that.

But she’s looking at me for an answer. The best I can give her is this.

“I can’t go through with the wedding, Sara.” It takes all my courage not to break eye contact. “What we planned for and dreamed of—it’s not me, you know?”

“I do.” She winces again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that in a wedding-y way.”

“I know.” Kissing her gently, I stroke back her hair. “I love you. All these years, I’ve never stopped loving you. I never will, either.”

“Oh.” Tears fill her eyes and my heart splits in two. “Then what about?—”

“How about this.” I can’t have this talk while we’re naked. Not within hours of the sex act that changed us forever. I don’t mean her virginity, either.

What happened this morning woke something inside me. Our encounter with Logan stirred up feelings I’ve run from for ages.

Searching her eyes, I continue. “Let’s leave the real world where it is right now. Just for a few days, okay?”

She hesitates, nibbling her lip again. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” She smiles and I kiss her again, aching inside as I know what I’m doing is only postponing her heartache.

“You’re here for a fantasy experience,” I point out. “To explore all the things you haven’t given yourself the freedom to try. I’m just honored I’m getting to be a part of that.”

A faint light of hope gleams in her eyes. “I’m glad, too.”

“So let’s be happy with that. For now, we can focus on pleasure. The real world can wait a few days. Sound good?”

“Yes.” With a ghost-smile that shimmers with shyness and need, she pushes me onto my back. Climbing astride me, she grins. “Hey, Trent?”

“Yeah?” God, I love the gleam in her eyes. The slope of her breasts and streaks of gold light on her sex-messy hair as Caribbean sun streams through the window.

Still smiling, she dips down to kiss me. “Let’s focus on pleasure some more.”

I’m pushingmy luck by prowling the Crystal Bliss grounds after dark again. Ash did me a favor by letting me stay, even granting me my own private suite. That’s probably a favor for Sara more than me. I’m still on thin ice, and we need our own space to sort out our feelings and future.

So what the fuck am I doing hacking the app again? Or slinking through shadows to find The Chateau where the Crystal Bliss consorts reside.

I’m cursing myself as I rap on the door of a third-floor apartment, half hoping he doesn’t answer. The app shows Logan blocked out for the evening, so maybe he’s busy with some other woman. Or maybe not even a woman. Maybe?—

“Trent?” He blinks as the door swings open. Alarm fills his eyes as he squints past my shoulder. “Where’s Sara? Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s great.” More than great. Not that I’m counting,but I made certain she came at least ten times before I kissed her goodnight. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, sure.” Logan glances behind him and I feel like a dick.

“Shit, sorry.” I take a step back from the door. “You have a date?”

“No, I’m just—I don’t usually entertain here.” He holds open the door, inviting me into his space. “It’s kind of a mess. I haven’t been home much lately.”

“Job keeps you busy, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

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