Page 92 of You Kissed Me First

I can see he recognizes me too.

“Sorry,” I murmur, turning back to glare at Nessa.

She shrugs. “I still want to know.”

I sigh, pushing my plate to the side. “Fine. Let’s go find somewhere to sit then. Somewhere that won’t get us in trouble for inappropriate topics.”

“I know just the place.”

She leads me back to the adults-only area. This morning, it is a ghost town.

“How did you know it would be so empty?” I ask her.

She gives me a coy smile. “Grant and I may have had some fun up here the other morning. Stop stalling. Tell me everything.”

So I do. I tell her about the Glory Hills incident. Shopping on the island and the diamond butt plug. Then I tell her about the balcony.

By the end of my story, she’s crying from laughing so hard.

“When we went to Europe, you always said I was the one going to get us kidnapped. I feel like you were really underestimating yourself.”

“Oh shut up.” I roll my eyes at her.

“That’s fucking great. I’m never letting you live this one down. On your wedding day, I will be bringing up ‘Glory Hills’ in my maid of honor speech.”

“I’ll never make you my maid of honor then. Jesus, I can’t even believe it.”

“I can’t believe you let him fuck you on the balcony for the first time. Not only that, but while we were parked in the port. I would have never expected that.”

“I didn’t really expect it either. I mean, I didn’t expect him at all. What am I going to do, Nessa? This has gone way further than either of us planned. What happens when we get back home?”

She frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Do we pretend this was a two-week fling? Do we date and take it further? Does he even want that?”

“Not this again. Have you talked to him?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head.

She gives me a disappointed look. “Communication is key in any relationship. Even friendships. It’s important to be open and honest with one another. If you do that, then you won’t have to worry about what might happen because you would know.”

“I’m scared. What if I ask him now and he doesn’t feel the same way?”

“What way is that?” she asks.

“I like him, Ness. I more than like him. I know it’s only been a week, but I think I might be in love with him.”

She gives me a smile. “Love doesn’t have a timeline, Kit Kat. If you think you love him, then you do. It doesn’t matter if it’s been a day, a week, or a year. I knew I loved Grant on our third date. We had been together for a month.”

I nod, remembering her telling me. I thought she was crazy, but look at them now.

“Okay. So we have seven days left. I’ll tell him on the last night. That way if he rejects me, you don’t get stuck with me sleeping on the floor in your room.”

She rolls her eyes. “I think it will turn out better than you think. Anyway, what are your plans for the day?”

I shrug. “I didn’t ask him.”

“Well, we should be allowed to get off soon. Let’s go get ready. Maybe the men will be back.”

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