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She’s posted an image to her stories of the breakfast cinnamon roll we shared from a local gem, along with our seafood lunch, and there’s a new picture of us on her profile from our hike the other day. It makes me smile, but it’s definitely not because I’m in it.

It’s because of her.

In the image, Sam’s hair is damp and wavy over her golden shoulders, and there’s a white flower sticking out from behind one ear. I’m looking at her and smiling too, but I don’t own the camera like she does—no one compares.

I stare at the picture until I get a new text from Sam, saying she’s on the phone with her mom and that I should go ahead to the festival.

Me: Are you not coming?

After a pause, I get a new one from her.

Sam: Sorry. Mom distracted me. Meant to say I’ll meet you there when I’m finished!

She follows it up with a kissing emoji, and immediately, my dick stirs. It’s a cartoon, but just imagining kissing Sam again makes me hard.

Needy.

We’ve fucked on every piece of furniture and the floor over the last couple of days, and still, I can’t get enough of her.

It’s like I’m a teenager again.

As I make my way toward the festival, images of our shower earlier fill my mind, and the taste of her lingers on my tongue.

I need a fucking drink.

* * *

The festival is lively, and the sunset is a better backdrop than if it were Photoshopped. Large bouquets of hibiscus line the area around the pool, and I’m wearing a new lei around my neck—a red one today.

I ran into Gladys and Edgar, and they told me all about their hike to find different birds. It gave me more material to add to my notebook, but mostly, it made me smile to see them enjoying the island with each other. Doing something they love.

Like Sam and me.

We’ve been mistaken for a couple for much of the trip, and our profiles online state as much. It’s what we’ve been acting like too.

And it’s been fucking bliss, but I’m on edge. More tense than my shins get when I go running. I even side-eye a server whose tray was empty of seafood appetizers, but I didn’t mean it. I just didn’t see him.

All I can think about is Sam.

And how much I want to try one of the appetizers.

I find the server again and apologize, then sample three different wines, which is about the time Sam shows up—and it’s definitely a show.

I think all heads turn to watch her descend the steps on the other side of the pool, but I can’t be certain because my eyes are glued to her.

Between the pots overflowing with brightly colored flowers and greenery, one long leg steps down at a time. At the end of each is a strappy heel that gives her another three inches in height.

Her pale green dress hugs her body in a sinful way, but what’s sexier is the slit that runs up to her midthigh.

I drag my gaze up over her perky breasts and take in her wavy hair, one side tucked behind her ear and held there by a white flower much like the one from the picture earlier.

And she smiles at me.

How she spots me in this crowd of people, I have no idea. But she walks around the edge of the pool toward me, twinkling lights strung above her and around the perimeter. It gives her an even brighter glow than the natural one she wears.

I set my wineglass on a table. Or at least I think I do. I could’ve tossed it into the pool for all I know.

The only thing I’m aware of is that my feet are moving to meet Sam halfway past a few white tents, where people’s chatter and the music are all muffled. If this were a movie, the musical score would start slow and soft, then quicken and crescendo up to the moment I reach her.

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