"How was the couples massage, Ellie?" Addie asks.
Ellie slumps her shoulders, and her eyes turn dreamy. She lets out a low hum. "It was incredible."
"Did you know you can get a massage on the beach?” Rowan says, leaning back into his chair. “The entire time I was worried a bird was gonna shit on me."
The guys laugh while Ellie gives him an unamused look.
"What?" Rowan grins. "I can't worry about getting shit on while trying to enjoy a massage?"
"I never thought I'd hear the word shit and massage in the same sentence," I say.
"Can you imagine getting shit on while getting rubbed down?" Beau says.
Hailey snorts through her nose and picks up her drink. “Can we please stop talking about shit?"
Addie turns to me. “A little birdie told me you were flirting with one of the servers by the pool this morning.”
I cock a brow and glare toward August.
He puts his hands up in defense. “I didn’t say anything.”
“There was no flirting,” I say.
Hailey says, “Yeah, probably just eye fucking.”
August almost spits out his drink as he starts to cough. Beau slaps his back, asking if he’s okay, and August nods.
“I was not eye fucking him,” I retort.
“Hey, there isn’t anything wrong with that,” Ellie says. “You’re single and can do whatever you want.”
Addie chimes in. “Totally.”
“Did you see how short their shorts are?” Ellie fans herself.
“I’m right here,” Rowan says to her.
Ellie taps her lip, pondering. “Hm… I wonder if they sell those in their gift shop.”
“Please don’t make me think about Rowan in those shorts,” James grumbles.
The corner of Rowan’s lips turns down, and he shrugs. “I think I could pull them off.”
“Yes, you can,” Ellie says in a tone that is a bit too sexy for the public.
August groans. “Please stop.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re digging into our plates of food. I’m shoveling mine into my mouth, starving.
A feeling of being looked at comes over me. Taking my chances, I give August a quick glance, and sure enough, his eyes are on me. They’re always on me.
“What?” I ask.
He lifts his eyebrows. “Nothing.”
“Then why are you staring at me?”
Looking around, everyone’s immersed in their own conversation, not paying attention to us. The restaurant is loud, with people yelling over each other to be heard.
