“Metaphorically speaking or—” I snap my mouth shut when I peek over at him. His face says it all. “I’m sorry, dude.”
“No worries. Who knows, maybe I’ll find a Greek goddess and ditch your ugly ass,” he chaffs.
14
Josefine
“Kalimera.”A big, burly and hairy man with a handlebar mustache tosses our luggage into the back of the shuttle van.
“Kalimera.” I repeat the Greek phrase forgood morning. After two hours of messing around on my Duolingo app, I can officially say “the purple carrot” and “drama in the mini market.” Both should be super handy when I order cocktails at the bar.
“What’s the name of the hotel again?” my cousin asks, examining her freshly painted nails.
“Atlas Luxury Resort & Spa.”
“It’s the place you stayed at last time, right?”
I shake my head. “No. That was a bed-and-breakfast. Atlas is the resort where I fell asleep in the hammock.”
“Oh, that’s right. Where you met Mr. Serial Killer,” she says, scanning our surroundings.
So far, our view is just a runway of white rental cars. I can’t wait to witness her face when the real scenery is revealed.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I sigh. If I said I haven’t thought about Cam over the last year, then I’d be a big fat liar. For weeks, I carried him with me. Not only did he bury his verylarge dick inside me that night, but he buried his soul inside me too. I let myself mope around for precisely one month before I shoved the memory of him in the metaphorical garbage disposal. There was no point in pining over him. After I decided to put him out of my mind, grieving the loss of my long-term relationship with Tyler and building a new life for myself in New York City mostly kept me from thinking about Cam’s perfect pecs and toned ass. Even if I wanted to look him up, I wouldn’t know how. We didn’t share last names or exchange contact information before he made it very clear he regretted our one-night stand.
As we hit a switchback and the city center comes into view, Millie gasps. “Oh my god!”
“I told you.”
Side by side, we admire the expanse of turquoise water. The lighthouse is in the distance, and thousands of colorful buildings are sprinkled in every direction. It’s truly picturesque. And with my best friend and partner in crime by my side, I know this will be an unforgettable experience.
“Feels… so… good,” Millie moans.
“Don’t lay down!”
But it’s too late. She’s already sinking face-first into the mattress.
“I know you’re exhausted, babes, but let’s dig up the last bit of adrenaline we have and push through the rest of the day. We’ve gotta beat the jet lag before it beats us.” I’ll share my melatonin later.
“All I heard wasbeat,” she mumbles against the white duvet.
“Up.” I smack her ass.
“Hey!” Millie sits up and straightens her romper. “The only one who should be smacking my ass is Adonis at the front desk.”
“Is that really his name?”
“I have no idea.” She chuckles. “But he was giving off major book boyfriend vibes. Did you see his corded forearm veins? I’d like to drag my?—”
“Easy there, killer. I thought you were into that chick. What’s her name again?”
“Who, Samantha?” Millie joins me in the bathroom and sits on the counter, popping the top of the complimentary shower gel and unleashing the scent of orange blossom and rosemary. “Sam’s hot as fuck and cool as shit, but I don’t think she’s into me.” She frowns.
“Why do you say that?” I spray a cloud of dry shampoo before running a brush through my hair.
“Because,” Millie grabs the brush from my hand and drags it through her shoulder-length hair. “She hasn’t made a move.”
“Well, haveyou?”
