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“Just did.” He grins and kisses my jaw.

That’s the other thing. We haven’t done anal stuff yet. Logan and me, I mean. When he went down on Sara last night, he wentwaaaydown. Farther than usual, licking herthereas she yelped in surprise, then clutched at the sheets and came so hard she screamed herself hoarse.

But I haven’t been brave enough to venture into that territory. It’s not that I don’t feel curious as hell, though. I’d love to try someday. Maybe in the future when?—

My blood goes icy in my veins.

Someday?

Future?

What the fuck am I thinking?

Sara stirs in my arms, her soft, naked body cradled between us like a treasure. Kissing my jawline, she trails her fingertips down the center of my chest.

“What are you thinking?”

“Uh, not much.” That question kills me. So many thoughts run through my head that I can’t possibly share with anyone else.

She tickles my chest again. “I had lunch with Camille today.”

“Oh?” This feels like a much safer topic. “How’s she doing?”

“Good.”

Logan rolls to his side so he can see us both. “Is she back on the islands for a while?”

“For the foreseeable future, yes.” She seems to hesitate. “She suggested lunch with the five of us—you guys, me, Ash and Camille.”

“Cool,” Logan says. “I’m down anytime.”

“I’ll let her know,” Sara says. “Maybe early next week, before we fly home.”

The ice in my veins turns sluggish. I don’t say a word. I’m not even sure if I’m freaking out over leaving this place or the prospect of people from my real life knowing what we’ve been doing.

Logan—the good-natured goof who can’t quit—keeps probing the subject. “Does she know about us?”

“Us?” My heart starts to hammer the backs of my ribs.

“Yeah,us.” He gives me a quizzical look. “The three of us, together.”

Jesus. “I sure as hell hope not.” The words slip out before I’ve had time to think.

Sara’s brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean—” Fuck, what do I mean? “What happens at Crystal Bliss stays at Crystal Bliss, right?”

Looking a bit like I’ve slapped her, Sara sits up with a forearm draped over her breasts. Even with everything we’ve done, she’s still so damn modest it kills me.

“She’s a sex therapist, Trent,” she says carefully. “I made sure she knew that everything I told her wouldn’t be shared outside the circle of trust. She knows it’s a secret.”

Logan’s brow furrows. “For how long?”

Ignoring his question, I squeeze my eyes shut. “Great.”

Really fucking great.

“What?” Sara presses her fingernails into my chest. Not hard, but enough that I open my eyes again. “Did I do something wrong?”

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