Page 126 of Sinful Kingdom

Alex chuckles. “Yeah, as in America. It’s where Stella used to live, and where Reid is.”

I stare back down at the paper in my hand, reading the letters.

LWG to MCO.

“Tonight?” I blurt, checking the date and time.

“Hell, yeah. Come tomorrow, we’re going to be sitting in the sun next to a pool. You better get those bikinis ready,” Stella practically shouts.

I swallow nervously despite how incredible the image she just painted sounds.

“Um,” I say, speaking a little louder than before. “I don’t want to burst anyone’s bubble or anything, but… I don’t actually have a passport.” The confession makes me wince. I’m surrounded by these incredible people who have more money than I could ever imagine. I bet they’ve jet set all over the world already. Hell, it was only a few weeks ago really that they were in Las Vegas.

“Evie,” Theo sighs, a smirk appearing on his lips. “How you underestimate us.”

Alex shifts beside me, pulling a second envelope from his back pocket.

“What’s this?” Stupid question, I know. But they’ve totally blindsided me with this.

“Vixen,” Alex laughs.

Ripping it open, I find my very first passport staring back at me.

“Visas are sorted. All that’s left to do is pack and we’re out of here, bitches,” Stella announces. “The cars will be here in two hours.”

In an instant, everyone jumps to their feet and disappears from Theo’s living room to do as they're told. All the while, I remain sitting exactly where I am in total disbelief.

“Is this really happening?” I ask absently.

“It really, really is,” Emmie says, a beaming smile playing on her lips.

Excitement explodes in my belly. It might be a little delayed compared to the others, but I figure that they’re all used to this last-minute, pull-the-rug-from-right-under-your-feet shit.

“Well,” I say, jumping to my feet and staring down at Alex, who’s watching me with amusement. “What the hell are we waiting for? Let’s go pack.”

Grabbing his hand, I drag him from the sofa and toward the door.

“See you in a bit,” Emmie calls before the door slams behind us.

“I’m going on an aeroplane,” I say in a rush as we wait for the lift.

Reaching up, he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and stares down into my eyes in a way that makes my heart rate pick up and my temperature soar.

“I love you, Evie,” he whispers, making my heart explode.

All these weeks on, it’s still hard to believe that this boy is mine. That I get to keep him.

Sliding my hands up his chest, I lock them behind his neck and reach up on my toes, brushing my lips over his.

“I love you too,” I whisper before deepening the kiss.

He accepts happily, his lips parting to allow my tongue entry.

By the time the lift dings, announcing its arrival, he’s consumed me to the point I barely hear it.

Without breaking our kiss, he tugs me inside and presses me up against the wall as he blindly searches for the button for the floor beneath us.

“Realistically,” I mutter into his kiss, “how long do you think it’ll take to pack?”

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