Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“We match,” I say, smiling as I grab my purse.
We head downstairs to the hotel gift shop before we go to the beach because TSA said our carefully selected bottle of reef-friendly sunscreen was too big and made us toss it before we boarded the plane. Naturally, the hotel has some in their shop, just at a marked up price that bothers me, but Milo doesn’t even blink at.
“See anything else you want while we’re here?” He points at the wall where some bathing suits and clothing items are hanging up. “What about that?”
I laugh. “I do not need another bathing suit.”
“I disagree.”
I shake my head at him, wandering over to a display of beaded bracelets. “These are cute, though.”
“Pick one you like.”
I slide a few off so I can get to a pretty pink one with cloudy beads. “We need to get the boys something, too.”
“Getting them souvenirs at the hotel gift shop is an excellent way to make them think we never left the resort.”
I grin, grabbing a squeezable rubber toy—like a rubber duck, but it’s a turtle instead. “This is adorable.”
“If they were five,” he agrees.
I gasp, reaching for a shark sand bucket full of sand toys on the bottom shelf. Holding it up with a grin, I joke, “I found the perfect gift for Jonathan.”
Locking his arms around my waist from behind, he kisses my exposed shoulder and murmurs, “I don’t believe that’s on his wish list.”
The way he says it makes me think Jonathan made the same “joke” to him that he made to me. “His wish list is rather unobtainable,” I say lightly. “Surely a shark-themed sand pail is almost as good.”
He takes my hand, leading me away from the display. “We’ll get the boys something before we leave. Right now, I want to slather suntan lotion on your beautiful body and have drinks by the ocean.”
“Mm, that does sound nice.”
He nods, taking the sand pail away from me and replacing it on the bottom shelf.
“Can I get the squeaky turtle, though? He’s adorable.”
“You can get whatever you want. You don’t have to ask.”
I look back at the hat wall. “I also want to see you in a hat.”
Milo shakes his head, hauling me toward the register to pay.
“Come on, you’ll be so sexy in a hat. We can be hat buddies.”
He hauls me to the register hatless, then we hold hands as we leave the air-conditioned gift shop and walk out into the balmy early evening.
A burst of excitement blooms in my chest when Milo and I head down to the beach together. I’ve always wanted to go to the beach, and being here with Milo feels surreal.
It wasn’t long ago I wasn’t even sure he would be open to being my boyfriend, let alone being such a couple that we live together and casually travel together.
What even is this life?
When we approach the pool, Milo stops at the bar to get us a couple of drinks. The bartender flicks a glance at me, then he looks a little longer, a flirty smile curling his lips.
Milo rests a possessive hand around my waist. The guy takes the hint, moving down the bar to make me a piña colada.
“I think he likes me,” I whisper teasingly to Milo.
His hand slides lower and he grabs my ass possessively. “Of course he does,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my face.
My pussy throbs at the firm way he squeezes and rubs my ass here, where anyone could see us. I swallow, trying to ignore the rising heat in my body.
As if to drive home my point, the bartender looks back at me over his shoulder while he works on his drink and smiles again.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I look up at Milo. “He’s looking again.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in and claiming my lips in a soft but intensely thorough kiss that completely wipes my mind. When I pull back, I’m a little dazed and can’t remember what I was teasing him about, so I’m momentarily thrown when he says, “He can look all he wants. Only I get to touch.”
Warmth envelops me and I wrap my arms around his waist, leaning against him and gazing up at his handsome face. “I love you.”
His expression softens and he reaches down to tenderly caress my cheek. “I love you, too.”
Once we both have drinks, we head down to the beach.
The resort has cabanas you can rent out along the beach, or loungers guests can relax on in the sun or beneath the shade of an umbrella. Milo picks out a pair of loungers with some shade, but he still insists on putting sunscreen on me.
“It’ll be dark soon,” I point out.
He pushes my curly hair over one shoulder so he can slather lotion over the other one and down my back. “Can’t risk you getting burned in the meantime.”