Page 46 of Second Chance Vacation

“You guys are the worst!” Gen yanks at the bottom of my shirt she is wearing, trying to cover her ass as she walks past us, stomping up the stairs to our room. I can’t help but let my gaze follow her, completely void of awareness of those in my surrounding.

“He’s fucked.” Wes shakes his head, still chuckling but winding down from his fit of laughter.

“Thoroughly,” Savannah agrees. The grin she’s been wearing since they arrived back isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

EIGHTEEN

GEN

I don’t think I’ve ever slept as well as I did last night.

Despite the discomfort of Wesley and Savannah coming home early, Jackson and I managed to have a nice evening in our room. I even finally got the chance to test out that soaker tub I’ve been eying since we got here.

His arms tighten around my waist as he pulls me toward him, nuzzling his face against my neck. My stomach instantly settles, leaving me in a state of calm.

Time is beginning to melt together, leaving me in a sated state whenever Jackson is around. I want to read into it, but I don’t want to ruin our trip. It will never be like this again, us in France…so content. I squeeze his hand as he hugs me tighter to him, not allowing sleep to escape us just yet.

We drift off again, allowing sleep to eat away at our day. I normally would hate being this unproductive, but it is nice. Finally awake, I peel my eyes open to look at the clock on the far wall, reading 10:52 AM.

“Jackson,” I whisper.

He groans, squeezing me tightly to him as he remains contently in slumber.

“Jackson.”

He groans again, this time waking from his comfortable sleep.

“Yes, Vivi?” His voice dances against the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving shivers chasing down my spine.

“We’re wasting the day.”

“That’s where we disagree…” he pulls me closer again, this time leaving no distance between our bodies, melding us together.

“Jackson…”

“Fine,” he sighs, pushing me back onto my back, a playful expression painted across his lips. He instantly presses his lips to my neck, peppering kisses from my collarbone to my ear.

“Jackson!” I laugh, pushing at his chest, his gaze meeting mine with a grin. “We need to get out of bed, and if you keep doing that…we won’t.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Up.” I smack his bicep lightly, urging him to move. A few seconds pass before he rolls onto his back, sprawling freely against the cotton sheets. His eyes meet mine with a lazy expression.

“So, what do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know…I’m sure Savannah has something in mind.”

A brief silence falls on us before Jackson speaks.

“Or I could take you out.” His quirked brow makes it clear that he is unsure of my answer. What is my answer? Sex is one thing, but going out on a date…with Jackson…feels like playing with fire. As if he could see the gears moving in my mind, he speaks again, “It’s just a meal, Viv. Stop overthinking it.”

“It’s Gen now.” I roll my eyes, his meeting my own the moment I finish my sentence.

“Gen,” he mocks before softening his expression. “Gen. Around everyone else…fine. But you’ll always be my Vivi.” He speaks so matter of fact, leaving a kaleidoscope of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

HisVivi.

“Okay,” I whisper before allowing myself to think it through. I instantly feel my face flush, my stomach turning with more questions than answers. Jackson leans in, pressing his lips gently to mine, and suddenly, I am calmed.

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