Hollis
Maybe you’re just a bad teacher.
Me
And maybe you should just stick to a boogie board.
Hollis
Where the fuck are you, woman?!
I let out a contented sigh and smile as the sun slips behind the horizon. The sound of the waves is like the soundtrack to our love story, and we’re barely through track one.
Me
Clue number three: We may have spent seven minutes in heaven, but I’d take a lifetime on the beach with you any day.
Those three dots appear and then disappear. A minute or two goes by, and then I hear the soft crunch of wet sand behind me. I don’t bother turning around.
His arms slide around my waist. “Hi.”
I look up at him, and he’s staring down at me with those intense green eyes. “Want to go for a walk?” he asks.
“Always.”
And then we walk hand in hand down the beach, knowing that if it weren’t for a bit of trouble and a whole lot of love, none of this would have ever been possible.
EPILOGUE
Presley
“Oh, damn. You look nice,” I exclaim as I come to a screeching halt in the middle of our bedroom. The sound of crashing waves echoes softly in the background.
We’ve been in our new house for about six weeks. Renos took a little longer than we anticipated. With the holidays and back orders, we ended up having to stay in our apartment for a while.
But it was worth it. The house is exactly how we imagined it. Creamy white walls. Beautiful hardwood floors throughout. Comfy couches and soft textures. Everything is understated, designed not to distract from the stunning view of the Pacific.
We walk along the shoreline almost every night.
I never want to leave.
Hollis is standing in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting a sleek black tie. It looks amazing with the trim black suit I chose for him.
My mouth practically waters.
His eyes meet mine in the mirror and spark with heat. “Jesus. Not as nice as you,” he replies, abandoning his tie to pivot on his heels and face me. I watch as his gaze rakes overevery inch of me. I had no idea what to pick out for this event. I decided to go with something sexy, but with a bit of an edge. The tight leather mini dress does just that and was clearly a good choice, judging by the way my husband is devouring me with his eyes right now.
He closes the distance between us and wraps an arm around my waist. “What if we just skipped this thing tonight and spent the evening peeling this dress off you instead?”
My lips twitch with amusement. “And by thisthing, you mean the opening night of your new club?”
He nods.
“The one everyone in LA is dying to get into. The club that even top celebrities are clamoring to visit?That thing?”
He shrugs, lip twitching. “I mean, when you put it like that…”
I laugh. “Are you nervous, Hollis?”
