Dylan’s thumb traced my lower lip, his eyes darkening. “Come inside with us.”
My pulse jumped. “Okay.”
Jase offered his hand. “Let’s spend the rest of the week making memories before the real world tries to fuck us over.”
I let him pull me to my feet.
We left the fire burning low and walked back toward the villa.
I wasn’t sure what would happen when we left St. John, but whatever came next, I’d always remember this week.
17
Jase
By the timeNew Year’s Eve finally arrived, the island routine had set in.
Every day, we slept late, had coffee and breakfast on the patio, put in an hour at the gym so Dylan and I wouldn’t show up to spring training soft, then spent the afternoon at the pool or on the beach before wandering back to the villa for snacks, dinner, and sex until we passed out.
Not a bad way to wrap up the year.
Dylan and I finished our workout and walked back toward the kitchen with towels hung around our necks and our shirts sticking to our backs.
“I’m voting we stay in tonight.” He blew out a breath. “We’ve got cold beer, a pool, and the hottest girl we’ve ever seen in a bikini. Why go out?”
I dug through the kitchen cabinet for a snack. “We’re going out. We promised her.”
He groaned. “We promised her a good New Year’s Eve. We can kiss her at midnight, do a little bump-and-grind of our own, and call it a win.”
“We told her we’d take her into town again,” I reminded him. “I want one more night out with her before this trip’s over.”
He tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. “You’re really making it hard to be lazy.”
“You’ll live. You can nap tomorrow.” I popped a chip into my mouth.
The bedroom door opened, and Faye padded out barefoot in a soft romper, her hair up in a knot, phone in hand. “What are you two arguing about?”
“Whether we’re going out,” Dylan answered. “I’m trying to tell him the bed is right there.”
She curled up on the couch, tucking her feet under her. “We’ve spent most of this week either naked or horizontal, or both.”
“I see nothing wrong with that,” Dylan replied.
“I’m not complaining,” she added with a small smile. “But I want to see what New Year’s Eve looks like here at least once.”
“There you go,” I told him.
She looked at me. “Do you want to go?”
“Yeah,” I responded. “I want to take you out. One more night just for us before we all go back to real life.”
She frowned. “Don’t mention real life.”
“I know.” I headed to the couch and sat next to her. “It’s going to fucking suck, and that’s why we should go out and have the best New Year’s ever.”
“I just hope we don’t see Callum again.”
Dylan leaned over the back of the couch, between us. “If we do, I’ll kick his ass.”
