Page 129 of Crazed

Heat burns my cheeks, but I laugh, muttering, "We're never living our plane ride down."

"Sorry my brother's boring in bed," Massimo bellows.

"Speak for yourself," Tristano roars.

"Go shove more food in your mouth," Massimo orders, then motions for me to get into the shower.

I shampoo, condition, and wash quickly. When we get out, I crack the door open. I peek through it and call out, "Do I need to dry my hair?"

Pina and Tristano magically appear in the doorway. She answers, "Nope. They'll do it. Ready?"

"I need clothes."

"Thought you didn't like to wear them in front of others," Tristano replies.

"Watch it, little brother," Massimo warns.

I ignore the heat reigniting on my face and step back into the bathroom.

"I'll get you clothes. Disregard everything they say," Massimo states, wraps a towel around his body, and leaves the room.

I comb my hair, and he returns with a sundress, undergarments, and sandals. "Here you go, dolce."

"Thanks." I take the clothes, put them on, then step out of the bathroom. "I guess the next time I'll see you, we'll be ready to say our vows?"

I've never seen him smile so big. Everything about his happiness makes my soul sing. He tugs me into him. "Don't have second thoughts and leave me on the beach next to Tristano."

"I won't. I promise," I vow, then peck him on the lips. "I better go before Pina gets out her whip."

"How did you know I have one?" she states.

Massimo arches his eyebrows at Tristano. "You into that, bro?"

"Shut up," Tristano demands.

"Pina, I can give you some pointers on what kind of floggers to buy if you want," Massimo teases.

"Not necessary. I'm fully capable of choosing." She beams at us.

Tristano turns slightly red, and he groans, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I'll be on the deck."

"No shame in your game, bro," Massimo shouts after him.

"Shut up, dickhead," Tristano orders.

Pina grabs my hand and tugs me toward the deck. "Time to go. We're already late."

"It's island time," Massimo says.

She groans. "Showing up late is not cool." She continues pulling me away from the bungalow.

"You and I would not get along on vacay," Massimo mutters.

"Maybe that's why I never asked you to go on one with me," she chirps, releasing my arm.

"Bye," I shout and follow her down the dock.

At the end is an oversized golf cart and driver. He says, "Good morning, ladies. Ready for the spa?"

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