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“Right,” I say.

I’m just glad that we’re no longer talking about me and Teddy’s relationship or lack thereof because I don’t want to think about what happens once we’re home right now.

I want to enjoy the warm happy tingles lingering from our amazing morning and worry about the rest later.

There are only two more nights left here in paradise before we’ll have to return to the real world.

I meant what I said about moving out of Teddy’s place when we get back. It’s even more important for me to do so now. Otherwise, I may get way too clingy and end up pushing him away.

If our friendship is going to survive, then I can’t ask Teddy for more than he’s capable of giving me.

I need to allow him to have his space, to pretend like I don’t need a ring on my finger to be happy.

But the truth is, I want the commitment. I want to belong to him in every way, and I’m not sure how long I can pretend to be happy with less than that while hoping he eventually changes his mind.

20

Theo

I’m now a huge fan of vacations.

Of lazy mornings spent in bed.

Of spontaneous sex in unexpected places like the chapel over the water after everyone left rehearsal, and slipping my hand up Maggie’s dress during dinner until she drug me up to our room for dessert.

By the time we returned, everyone had gone to dancing in the nightclub, a joint bachelor and bachelorette party since the bride and groom didn’t want to be apart. It’s the last event on the itinerary before the wedding tomorrow afternoon.

I’m waiting at the bar for Maggie’s Sex on the Beach when the group of guys beside me leave and I’m looking right at her ex.

“Looks like your face finally healed up,” I remark loud enough to be heard over the music. “Although, I think the bruise added a little character.”

“What were you thinking getting Maggie arrested last night?” Wyatt grumbles as he staggers closer to where I’m leaning against the bar.

“Heard about that, did you?”

“Everyone on the fucking island heard about her getting caught by the cops going down on you!”

“Right,” I say with a nod. “I love her wild side, the fact that she can’t keep her hands off me.”

“Fuck off. I know you two were faking it before…”

How the hell does he know that? Did Maggie tell him?

While I hate losing face, it doesn’t matter now.

“We’re not faking it anymore,” I remark. “And does anyone know that you were skinny dipping and doing who knows what with Genevieve at the same time we were getting arrested?”

Wyatt’s tan face goes pale, and he looks away without saying a word to deny it.

“Oh. So, Monty doesn’t know that you’re screwing his little sister?”

“If you tell him…”

“Careful,” I say quietly. “You’re not exactly in a position to threaten me.”

He picks up his shot and tosses it back before slamming the glass down. “Does Maggie know?”

“Does Maggie know what?” the woman of my dreams asks when she suddenly appears beside me in her short, flowing black dress that matches my black suit tonight. She winds her arms around one of mine and gives me a smile.