Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Next time.” He smooths his hand down my cheek.
“I can totally see why you love diving.” I grin. “I want to take SCUBA lessons next.”
“I’ll teach you.”
I open my mouth to remind him that he won’t, but his fingers slide into my hair, and he pulls me close, covering my mouth with his. It’s not a kiss like the one he first gave me last night. This one is slow and sweet and drawn out… until Antonio breaks into the moment, calling for us all to get back on the boat. When Walker pulls back, leaving me with one last brush of his lips against mine, my lashes flutter open.
My eyes scan over his face, trying to memorize this moment. His body pressed against mine, the way the sun feels on my face, the smell of the salty air, and the taste of him still on my tongue and the happiness wrapped around my insides. Because I know one day, all this will be just a beautiful memory.
And that sucks more than it should.
CHAPTER 6
hanna
Watching a shirtless Otto, wearing only a pair of red swim trunks, climb the high cliff just feet from the boat we’re on, I can’t help but glance between Walker and Ham. Both men look annoyed.
Last night at dinner I thought that Walker was a little harsh with Otto, I assumed he couldn’t be as immature as Walker was making him out to be, but after spending the day with him, I now know where he was coming from. He and Ham have been babysitting Otto all day as he’s lived his best life, and even I have found it annoying to constantly be on edge, wondering what he will do next that might possibly get him hurt or worse.
“Come on, baby! You can do it!” Gigi, one of the five women who showed up with him this afternoon, screams and claps when he stands at the highest point of the cliff.
I glance over at her and her friends. I haven’t had much interaction with their group. They pretty much made it clear I wouldn’t be allowed to “sit with them” from the moment they sashayed onto the boat in their bikinis, with their full faces of makeup and high heels. Not that I’m heartbroken about it. There’s only so much I have to say about designer bags, partying, and where I’ll be vacationing next.
Really, I don’t even know what Otto sees in them past how beautiful they all are.
“Oh God.” I hold my breath and latch onto Walker’s thigh with my fingers when Otto jumps, and I don’t release my grip until I see his head reappear above the water, his arms shooting into the sky.
“Fuck yeah!” he shouts, shoving his hair out of his face.
Gigi, who has been all over him, gets up and bends over the side of the boat as he swims toward us. The guy is obviously an adrenalin junky, and the more he drinks, the fewer inhibitions he has.
“That was so sexy, baby.” Gigi pushes out her ass while her tits practically fall over the top of her teeny, tiny bikini top as he climbs up the ladder.
“You’re so sexy.” He grabs her ass when he’s standing on the deck, and she pulls his face down to hers and shoves her tongue into his mouth.
“I think I just threw up a little,” I mutter under my breath, and both Walker and Ham laugh.
“Let’s do body shots,” one of Gigi’s posse suggests, grabbing a bottle of tequila, and I know that’s my cue to go. About five minutes into our trip Otto and the girls started drinking and they have progressively gotten more and more provocative, the more they drink. And even if I wouldn’t consider myself a prude, I have zero desire to see anyone having sex. And I would put money on that happening in the next few minutes.
“I’m going upstairs,” I tell Walker when Otto turns up the speaker and one of the girls climbs up onto the counter near the bar.
And yes, there is a bar. When Walker told me he rented a boat for the day, I assumed it would be similar to the one he and I were on this morning to go snorkeling. I had no clue it would basically be a yacht, with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a bar.
“I’ll come with you.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, and I get up.
Taking my bottle of water with me, I start past Otto and his friends who have started to gather around the counter.
“You’re not leaving, are you, Hanna?” Otto asks, grabbing my arm, and I glance up at him. He’s totally wasted, his eyes are glassed over and cheeks tinged with pink.
“You could be first.” The girl now lying on the counter offers me her spot with a drunken smile.