Milo tapped the back of her hand. “Probably.”
She squeezed his fingers, annoyed at how naturally they fit over hers.
“For one second, I need you to set aside all the things you've learned on a beige sofa.”
A smirk emerged as she twisted his fingers in hers.
“Went out the window right around when your flight landed in the Bay. Go on.”
She pursed her lips and waved her hand. “I’m already heartbroken over this. Have been for weeks. It’s not like I’ll be extra devastated, right?”
Milo perked up. “That is just stupid enough to work.” He grinned. “Send me pics from your pool day?”
She leaned over his chair and ran her fingertips over his inked forearm.
“Not for free. I’m sure you’ll think of something to trade.”
Milo whipped his head to the side and snagged her lips in a sharp kiss, catching her completely off guard. It sucked the air out of her lungs—nothing like that sloppy random from the night before, not even in the same realm.
He broke the kiss and ran a thumb over her swollen lips.
“If my room wasn’t filled with hungover assholes right now…”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, letting his thumb linger. “We have all weekend.”
Three hours later, she was sprawled out on a pool chair, religiously applying sunscreen and sipping on margarita number two.
She’d packed plenty of swimsuit options for the trip, but none of them covered her new tattoo, so she opted for a black and gold bikini with a cover-up she hoped would obscure the bandage enough. Sara was in the matching white version and lying next to her, frantically chasing her hangover with tequila.
At their feet, Taylor and Maricela propped themselves on the pool deck, sipping over-the-top cocktails with skewers of pineapple bobbing up and down.
She was not just thinking about the way Milo’s lips had felt against hers that morning. She was fully fixating.
“This is literally heaven,” Taylor said. “Exactly what we needed after last night.”
“How late were y’all out anyway?” Hanna asked.
Taylor looked at her over her sunglasses. “Oh god, girl. I don’t think Sara was ready to call it until like three this morning.”
“Oof,” she groaned.
Sara brushed them off. “I was on a roll! Weddings are expensive. Speaking of.” Sara pointed to Taylor. “Which one of us won the bet?”
“What bet?” Hanna snapped.
“You were obviously too drunk to remember, but I told you! If you had a threesome with Milo and Logan, I get fifty bucks.”
Hanna slapped Sara’s arm and flipped Taylor off. “Looks like the open bar budget just took a hit.”
“No!” Sara giggled. “I was so hopeful. Milo was looking at you like you were something to eat. Where did you three go anyway? That must have been awkward.”
Hanna slammed the rest of her margarita, Taylor’s baby blues burning into her from her perch on the edge of the pool.
“I was truly blacked out. Logan and Milo took me to get some food and then back to the hotel.”
Sara jerked upright next to her and she pulled her sunglasses off.
“Did they talk to each other?”
