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I shake my head again, terrified that touching the memory will drag me straight back into it.

“Okay.”

No pushing. No questions.

“Then tell me something else.”

I look around us and finally realise what he’s done.

“I’m all wet!”

A laugh bursts out of me as I look down at myself.

Then I stop.

Oh.

Oh shit.

White nightgown.

No bra.

Wet white nightgown.

Jude follows my gaze.

“Fuck.”

His head snaps up so fast I almost laugh again, his eyes fixing somewhere safely over my shoulder.

I immediately step out of his arms and cross mine over my chest.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I planned on greeting you this morning.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

Nothing.

Jude keeps staring somewhere behind me, his jaw tight enough that I can see the muscle ticking.

“Grumpy, it’s okay.” I shrug even though I’m so embarrassed I want the sea to open up and swallow me whole.

“Let’s get inside and change.” That’s all he says before turning and starting back toward the house.

I frown as I watch him go, hating whatever just wiped the smile off his face.

“So are you still up for Vespas and caves?” I yell after him.

He keeps walking for another few steps before turning around and giving me a thumbs-up.

I smile.

There he is.

“You’re sure you know how to drive this thing?”

Jude looks offended.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.