Waiting on the dock of the colorful harborfront village where cruise ships normally dock while Preston orders lunch, I send the girls a text, attaching a picture I took on the beach after our date in Corozal. My arm is wrapped around his bicep, with my head leaning into Preston’s shoulder. Only his jawline is visible in the photo where he presses a kiss to my temple. The necklace he gifted me before dinner proudly sits below my collarbone, drawing attention and making my green eyes pop.
IVORY
This is your courtesy notification that I plan to post this picture.
TAYLOR
This is how you tell me?
GABRIELLE
Where did that come from?!
IVORY
What?
TAYLOR
What caption are you using?
Why the change of heart?
GABRIELLE
That necklace, that’s what.
IVORY
Preston gave it to me.
GABRIELLE
WTF when?!
IVORY
When he told me he loves me.
GABRIELLE
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!
TAYLOR
OMFG!
GABRIELLE
THIS IS HOW YOU TELL US?
TAYLOR
When did this happen?!
IVORY
A couple nights ago.
