Time to stop.
Instead, I look up at Theo. And his chest with all of those tattoos. And his arms. And his face.
He has a nice face.
I like his face. It’s sofacey. And bad boy-ey. And it has secrets too.
I wink at him, and the world goes dark. But he’s still there when it lights up again. Did I wink? Or did I do a double-blink?
Not important.
“I didn’t tell,” I assure him.
“Good job,” he replies dryly, his lips wobbling like he’s trying not to laugh at me.
“Nota good job,” I reply. “It’s abadsecret. It could get you introuble. And I kept it. I am part of theproblem. I’m a bad,badgirl.”
Sabrina snickers.
Emma chokes.
And Theo—freakingTheo—gives up and smiles at me.
Wow.
Wow.
He has a pretty smile.
No, not pretty.
Heavenly.
It’s a tropical heaven smile.
I scrunch my nose at him while Sabrina and Emma support me on the porch. “Put that away. I don’t like it.”
He looks down at his shorts.
Then back up at me. “It’s not out.”
“Yourschmile, you foogus. Put yourschmileaway.”
“I feel like we shouldn’t leave her alone with you,” Emma says.
“I’m going in with them,” Sabrina informs her. “You go find your groom. Be all—no, I can’t say that to you. He’s still my cousin. Just go—go do bride stuff.”
“You’re drunk too.”
“I’mhappy. I can hold my mai tais.”
“I had twenty-eight piña coladas because I like coconuts,” I tell Theo. “You can’t touch me in bed. It’s against the rules.”
Emma chokes again.
“As I said,” Sabrina says, “I’m going in with them.”
“Shhhhh,” I say. “You can’t. You’ll know thesecret.”
