“We’re all in, Lucky.”
The soundof the soft waves clapping against the side of the yacht combined with the hot sun beating down on my body brings me so much joy. I feel at ease.
“God,” Edel groans, “I feel so relaxed.”
“I know, right?” I mutter, turning my head to look at her, my sunglasses slipping down my nose.
We jetted away at the start of the summer break, settling in Porto Cervo, Sardinia.
“Cocktail?” Nora pipes up from her sun lounger as we all lay on the sun deck.
“Yes please.” I lick my lips and I hear a grumble from Anaïs as she huffs. I push up from my elbows, looking over at her, her bottom lip turned down as her hand rests on her stomach.
“I miss cocktails.” She pouts at the three of us just as Creed walks onto the deck.
“What’s wrong, Ace?”
“She’s sad she can’t have a cocktail.” Nora rolls her eyes.
Creed sits next to Anaïs on the lounger, giving her a soft smile has his hand rubs gently across the swell of her lower stomach.
“Ugh.” Edel flops back. “I need a man.” She sighs.
My lips twist as Creed whispers something to his wife, her cheeks turning pink before he drags her away.
“Margaritas?” Nora pipes in, clearly alcohol is on her brain.
“Yes! But make mine spicy.” I lick my lips as she disappears.
“Come help,” Nora says softly, kicking the foot of Edel’s sun lounger and she protests.
“Nooo, I want to sunbathe.” She wriggles back down on the lounger.
“Up,” Nora grits, clearly trying to move her away.
“Fine.” She throws her hands up, grabbing her sarong and tying it around her waist and stomping away.
“Won’t be long.” Nora scrunches her nose then gives me a wave before she ducks into the yacht.
Sighing, I let my eyes close when I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. I turn my head, and I see him. Sage green swim shorts with white pin stripes cling to his thick thighs. His toned body glistens from the shimmer of water from his swim. Long, messy black hair is pushed away from his face and his lips curl into the most devastatingly handsome smile.
“Hey, Lucky.”
“Hey, handsome.” I prop myself on my elbows, my legs bent as I sweep my eyes over him again.
“Missed you.” He sighs, closing the gap between us as he bends at the waist, kissing me. My eyes flick to his tattoo that sits just under the lobe of his air. A sound wave, made up from my moans. No one knows what it is apart from me and him.
“It’s been twenty minutes, if that,” I scoff.
“Twenty minutes too long,” he mutters, his hands tucked behind his back.
“How was your swim?” I ask, watching as he stands. I have to pinch myself that this man is mine.
“Would have been better if you came in.” He wiggles his brows and I giggle.
“I don’t like the water.” Heat pricks at my skin. “Not deep water, anyway. “Why are you hovering?” I ask as he stands there trying to contain his excitement.
“I have news.” His face presses into the hugest grin.
