“Just weekend trips, mostly. Where would you go?”
I don’t even have to think about it. The location is at the tip of my tongue. “Bali, the Hanging Gardens Resort. It looks dreamy.” It’s without a doubt my ultimate vacation destination.
The corners of his mouth arch up in a teasing smile. “Maybe I’ll go there.”
I slap his arm playfully. “Don’t steal my vacation idea.”
“Or you could come with me?” he asks low, awakening a myriad of butterflies in my belly.
Our eyes lock in the mirror. There’s expectancy flickering in his.
Tilting my head, I chew on my lip. “I’d love to, but…”
“We could stay for as long as you can.”
He makes it impossible for me to decline. Friends go on vacations together.Ugh, shut up already.Kat would kill me if I left her alone for long. Maybe I could leave for like ten days.
We move to the kitchen, where I prepare breakfast: oatmeal with cut bananas, blueberries, a drizzle of honey, and a sprinkle of almonds on top, a ginger and orange shot, and a side of scrambled eggs. It’s this unshakable urge that pushes me. I love taking care of him. There’s nothing more fulfilling than him eating my meals with gusto, groaning in pleasure.
In front of the apartment complex, we kiss on the cheek, not even an inch left between our mouths. Breathing each other in, he places his forehead on mine and I grip the front of his shirt.
“Lilly.”
“Ian.”
His lips move lower. I suck in a breath, my erratic beating heart threatening to propel out of my chest, eager to kiss heaven, when a honk blasts through, startling me.
I jump a step back. Awkwardly, we wave goodbye to each other and stumble into our cars. Damn, that was close. Too close.Not close enough.
In the office, I look up the Hanging Garden Resort when Kat peers at the screen from behind my back. “See, you’re working hard.”
“Did I tell you lately you’re no fun?” I huff.
She taps the tip of my nose. “Shut up, you love me, and I have an impeccable sense of humor.”
“You’re hilarious,” I say sarcastically.
She flicks her hair back, blowing me a kiss. “I know. It’s hard being this perfect.”
I freaking love her confidence.
I scroll through the pictures of the paradise on earth location, and she says, “Wow, that looks amazing.”
“I proposed it to Ian as a vacation idea this morning.”
“And?”
I bite my lip, thoroughly indecisive now that his presence doesn’t obscure my rationality. “And he asked me if I’d like to join him.”
She puts her hands on her waist. “Good lord, fuck already, put a label on serious getting married and be done.”
“Kat,” I groan, placing my face between my hands.
“If you don’t fuck by then, you’ll fuck there. I hope his insurance will cover the bed costs.”
“You’re incorrigible.” I giggle, watching the screen. “I don’t know.”
“Hey, it’s okay. Take the vacation. I’ll be going on a honeymoon too,” she insists.
