I throw my head onto Harrison’s shoulder and take a breath. “Lord, that scared me half to death.”
“Yeah. Fuck. I need to make love to my girl.” He leans his head to the side, and kisses my beauty mark.
“We need to go down, Harrison.” I sigh. Going downstairs is the last thing I want to do. “We’ll feel rushed, and I want us to take our time tonight. Something tells me we’ll both need some fuel for energy anyway.”
“Fine,” he grumbles and reluctantly puts me down on the ground.
He fixes himself and smirks.
“What?” I ask.
“I was thinking about how my body always knew you were the one.”
I smile affectionately. “How?”
He thrusts his groin into me. “I barebacked you the first time.”
“Oh. My. God.” I slap my hands over my face. “Way to ruin the most romantic night of my life.” He’s ridiculous. “Let’s go, you big idiot.”
I can’t believe he just said that.
But that’s Harrison. You never know which one you’ll get or what the heck will come out of his mouth next.
“You have five more minutes, Juliette, and then we’re going upstairs,” Harrison growls in my ear.
I’m shocked he lasted this long, so I’ll take this as a win.
We’re all lounging outside around the fire pit, me between Harrison’s legs, while the guys relax, drinking scotch.
I couldn’t even think of having another sip of alcohol after the white party. Instead, I indulged in an extra piece of the pistachio and rose tiramisu that Claud and I made earlier, deviating from the standard French pastries I’m used to.
But now, I’m in a food coma, and I could fall asleep at any moment. Though, from Harrison’s tone and his hard-on pressed against me for the last hour, I know there is no way this man will let me sleep tonight.
Not that I blame him.
It’s our last night before we head back to reality, and since our stay here got cut short by Nate and Leo showing up unannounced, we’re in need of some alone time.
Nate and Leo’s banter is hilarious and constantly entertains you, and truth be told, the last couple of days with them have been a blast.
We all went to the beach, barbequed at the house, and drove around admiring the multimillion-dollar mansions, high hedges, and perfect gardens. We even went wine tasting beforeNate, who I learned has a passion for sailing, took us around Sag Harbor and Shelter Island—a small island between the North and South Forks of Long Island–for a beautiful golden sunset over the harbor.
When we arrived back in town, we ate a delicious meal at an open-aired, coastal, white-washed restaurant that had me dreaming of my next vacation.
It also confirmed my new love for Sag Harbor. The thriving, yet stuck-in-time, historic downtown is the perfect mix of the Hamptons–curated shops and top-notch restaurants, yet it keeps its old world charm, surrounded by a beautiful harbor, whaling cottages, and Greek Revival and Victorian-style homes that are protected by the historical society.
But the best part of the weekend was the quality time spent with the Davenport/Morales family, who made me feel like I was one of them. Harrison constantly reminds me that him being in a serious, committed relationship means I’m part of them now. It doesn’t mean Leo and Nate have to agree, yet they’ve welcomed me with open arms.
Leo has even called me his little sis, and I would be lying if it didn’t warm my heart.
It was only Mom, Dad, and Becks growing up, so being part of a large-knit group feels nice.
“Are you all right, baby? You’re quiet,” Harrison murmurs, squeezing his arms around me, keeping me warm.
“Just thinking about what a wonderful weekend I had. Thank you.” I tilt my chin up, and he meets me halfway for a quick kiss.
“This is fucking weird,” Leo says, and Nate nods in agreement.
“What is, I ask?”
