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He turns to face me. His eyes are intense, but the corner of his mouth tips up into a smirk. “We can’t have that.”

“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

His smile hangs there for another second before his attention drops. Something shifts in his face, and I follow his gaze to the fist he’s had closed at his side this whole time.

Slowly, he opens it.

The gold of his wedding band glints in the moonlight against his palm.

"You're supposed to make a wish, you know," I blurt out, pointing at the ring. “Before you get rid of it.”

Yeah, I’m totally talking out of my ass, but I feel like he’s sad, and I don’t like it.

He raises an eyebrow. "Is that a tradition? Every time your marriage implodes, you toss the ring in the Gulf and make a wish?"

"Obviously." I wave my hand in the air like a buzzed, slightly off-balance fairy godmother. "The sea turtles take the gold to Poseidon, and in exchange, he grants you one wish. Like a really good parking spot, or a baby. It's science."

Oh my god, Goldie. Shut up! What are you even talking about?

I feel like I should write this down. It’s creative, maybe the best story I’ve ever told.

The twitch at the corner of his mouth turns into a full, genuine smile. It transforms his entire face, melting away the angsty-ness and revealing something so warm and magnetic I actually have to lock my knees so I don’t fall over.

Because what the hell?

"Science," he repeats, his voice dropping an octave.

His eyes lock onto mine, and whatever smartass comment I had ready dies before it makes it out of my mouth.

Fuck.

He’s staring at my lips like he’s thinking about biting them, and my body is extremely on board with whatever filthy idea is playing out inside his head.

Then he breaks his eyes away from mine and pulls his arm back, launching the ring into the Gulf.

I whip around just in time to catch a flash of gold before it disappears into the black water with the tiniest little plink.

Huh.

Guess that’s that, then.

“I hope you made a wish,” I say.

But before I can even ask what he wished for, his hands are on me.

His palms cup my face, his thumbs sweeping over my cheekbones just a second before he kisses me.

Holy fuck.

The second his mouth hits mine, every thought in my head scatters.

Oh.

Oh, he can fucking kiss.

I make the most embarrassing noise into his mouth and grab the back of his neck, rising onto my toes so I can get closer. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I hang on while he kisses the absolute shit out of me, and it’s all I can do not to just keel right over and die.

Like, my body is in total sensory overload from just a kiss. Now I’m even more excited to see what he can do with his dick.