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Selene

Ryan: So, do we leave the news online or make it disappear?

Noah: Same old press, trying to dig up as much as possible and hunt for scandal.

Sierra: Yeah, but all they can really do is repost Zayn’s video and speculate based on the wedding.

Aiden: Zayn’s video already has over ten million shares.

Colt: That’s what happens when he posts it publicly.

Nick: At least he limited the comments.

Chris: It was another bomb dropped on the media, let’s be honest.

Theo: Yeah, the entire press exploding over it was inevitable.

Chase: Good thing you guys disappeared for a while. We’ve had reporters outside the gates nonstop.

Ethan: Not for much longer.

Colt: Meaning they’ll disappear within the next twenty minutes.

Kai: Seriously?

Kai: They even came to our gates?

Kai: Jesus.

Thalia: Yes. Lucky you’re in New York.

Sierra: And lucky for the newlyweds that they’re on their honeymoon.

“What are you reading, pixie?” my husband asks me as he walks into the villa.

Without thinking twice, I set my phone aside and admire him from the couch.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black swim shorts. After three days spent on the beach and in the ocean, his skin is even more tanned than usual.

And his expression…

So carefree. So bright. So full of happiness that my heart stumbles every time I look at him.

“Babe, stop looking at me like that,” he teases, clearly amused.

“Like what?” I pretend not to know what he means.

“Like you want to be fucked,” he replies with a smug, knowing smile. “By me.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“I think you’re completely…”

I don’t get to finish. He’s already above me, his body covering mine as he presses me deeper into the couch.

“Right?” he murmurs against my mouth.