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“You’re the one who wanted a condom so bad. None of the other guys use them with their women. Barrett’s the only other single guy on the trip besides you. Although you’re not so single anymore, huh?”

“Fuck off,” I snarl, but then I smile. “Thanks, man. I owe you.”

As I turn and run back toward my room, I hear Grant yell, “Yes, you do. And next time, wear a fucking shirt.”

I flip him off over my shoulder before taking the stairs down to our level. By the time I make it back to the room, I have to stop outside to catch my breath.

Finally ready, I open the door and make my way farther into the room.

I smile when I see her.

She asked me to rush, and I did, but I took too long.

My girl is lying on the bed under the blankets. She looks like she tried to wait, leaving the side lamp on, but she passed out.

Tossing the condoms on the nightstand, I flip off the light.

Sure, my balls ache, but I don’t want to wake her. She looks so peaceful sleeping.

So instead, I take off my pants and crawl into bed next to her. When I pull her naked body against mine, I smile as she presses closer.

Then I press a kiss to the back of her head.

“Good night, baby doll.”

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DAY SIX: CURAÇAO

The warmthat my back has become one of my favorite ways to wake up. The strong arm across my stomach makes me feel wanted.

Loved.

I shake the thought off. This isn’t love. There’s no way he feels the same for me that I do him. He’s the habitual playboy. I’ve never even seen him with a steady girlfriend.

Ignoring my sour thoughts, I turn in his arms to stare at him.

Then it hits me.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“It’s too early for your cursing, little miss.” His voice is full of sleep.

“Shouldn’t you be in the gym or something?”

“Usually, but lately I’ve found myself wanting to linger in bed.”

He still hasn’t opened his eyes, but a smile covers his face.

“You’re going to lose those abs if you keep skipping.”

He shakes his head. “Can’t have that. It’s the only reason you let me in bed with you.”

He pulls me closer to him, kissing my forehead. When he pulls back, his eyes search mine.

“How are you feeling?”

I press my lips together. It feels weird to lie in bed naked with him when we didn’t even have sex. Not really. He might have slipped in, but neither one of us are ready for little Katie or Dominics running around.

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