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Oh,no.

NO.

NO.

NO.

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Violet

Tag hadover seven million followers.

He’d posted the photo only five minutes ago, and within those five minutes, it had gotten ten thousand plus likes and five hundred something comments from all over the world in all sorts of languages along with a zillion heart and fire emojis.

My stomach twisted into twenty different naval knots.

“Violet, what is the matter? What is it?” Adri’s voice shook me from my delirium.

Unable to form words, I passed my phone to her. “Amán.Violet, what a stunning photograph! It is yours, yes?”

“Yes,” my voice was hoarse, strained. All the excitement and relaxation of the day and fun of our evening drained from my body and was quickly refilled with flaming gasoline. Tag had tossed the match.

Everything Beck and I had built together on this short and intense trip had been blown apart with one click by one dick.

Again, I had betrayed Beck’s trust. He’d trusted me to take these intimate photos of us and keep them safe, between us, for us only.

How to explain the unexplainable?

My insides churning, my flesh icy cold, I rose from my chair and went to Beck. “I’m so sorry.”

His mouth dropped open. “You gave him the photo?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then how the—”

“All I can think is on the plane to Athens, Lars and I were checking out my photos on my camera and then Tag wanted to see too. Lars handed him my camera while he and I looked at his tablet. Tag must have seen them and then, what—downloaded this one to his phone?”

“Sounds like Tag.” Beck pressed his lips together.

“I didn’t think…” My stomach dropped, clenched, twisted. “I should have uploaded them to a locked private file, but I…this was so irresponsible of me. I didn’t want this to happen. They were for me.”

His somber gaze met mine.

“Just for me. To keep.”

His hand dug into my hair. “Come here.” He pushed his chair back from the table and took me in his lap.

I curled into him, shame and bitter disappointment roiling through my veins. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are.”

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