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“It’s fine. I’m going to go back to my room and get some actual rest,” I tell him.

“You sure? You can take a nap here if you want. The guys shouldn’t be back for a while,” Marcus asks as he gently rubs my back.

I can hear the hope and longing in his voice. It’s already hard to tell them no. It’s especially hard when they sound like that.

“I don’t want anyone to find me here or see me sneaking out of your room. I should go while most people are gone.”

Marcus’ mouth twitches like he’s about to frown, but he nods and pulls out of me. He grabs a washcloth and hands it over to me so that I can wash up.

“I’d walk you back to your room, but I guess that would defeat the purpose of you sneaking out of here.”

I kiss him on the cheek, guilt stirring in my stomach. He’s such a good guy. All of them are.

If they weren’t Ryan’s friends, I’d stay with him without hesitation. I wouldn’t have encouraged Jackson to leave my room the other day, and I wouldn’t have gone back to my room alone after spending time with Tyler on the beach.

But they are Ryan’s friends.

That changes everything, and our sneaky hookups can only be that.

Once the wedding is over, I don’t see how we can continue things without really being reckless.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell him once I pull my clothes back on. “Thank you again for the bracelet.”

Before I can leave the bathroom, Marcus crosses over to me and cups my face, his lips pressing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

He doesn’t want to let me go.

Part of me wishes that I was crazy enough to not go.

Chapter twenty-two

Chapter 22: Jackson

Sweat rolls down my face as I stand in front of the volleyball net, blaring sunlight beating down on my back.

This is the first time I’ve broken a sweat since arriving in Mexico. Hell, this is the most physical activity that I’ve done since getting here.

Aside from…bedroom activities.

I glance to the side where Cassidy, Sarah, and the other bridesmaids are tanning on the beach while me and the other guys play a very intense, competitive game of beach volleyball.

She looks gorgeous as always, but why is she wearing a tank top and shorts while the others are wearing swimsuits?

She can’t be insecure. She’s the most beautiful woman on this beach.

“Everyone, focus up!” Ryan shouts to our team before slamming his palm against the ball, sending it flying over the net.

Derek stands in front of me on the other side and launches upward, spiking the ball down toward me.

I don’t have time to counter. It hits me in the chest, knocking me back a step.

Derek and his team cheer, high fiving each other in celebration.

“That’s okay. We got the next point,” Ryan tells us.

I quietly grind my teeth in annoyance. The last person I want scoring a point on me is Derek. He has managed to piss me off every single day on this trip for one reason or another.

Call me a hater. I don’t care.