Dillon’s POVI stared at the small velvet box in my hands. We were one week into our vacation at Bora Bora, which meant we were already half way through it. How was that possible? I wondered. It was as though time no longer made any sense.All I thought about was Cassandra, from the moment I woke up until the moment I went to sleep. I even dreamed about her, those beautiful eyes. That glossy hairs. That soft, supple skin.God, I was in love. Like, REALLY in love. Sometimes I had to pinch myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.I wanted to give her the world. I wanted to spoil her rotten and her every wish come true. I wanted to spend my days doting on, cooking for her, holding her, kissing her, wrapping her up into my arms.It had been hard for me to express how I truly felt. But I think I’d made my point. With a love this strong comes vulnerability. Because I loved her so much, she had the power to break my heart. And that would completely destroy me.It was worth the risk though
Cassandra’s POV Stella’s tone was teasing. She knew damned well where I’d gone last night. I stood at the door, a stupid smile on my face, looking like a love sick puppy.“For crying out loud,” Stella said, setting down her coffee. “Don’t just stand there. Come. Tell me everything. Every single detail.”I bit my lip and rushed into the room, eager to gush over the events of last night to my best friend.“I…I don’t even know where to start,” I sighed. “Can I have some coffee?”“Allow me,” Stella said, reaching for the carafe. “Start talking.”I told her about how Dillon had just shown up at my door. I told her what he’d said to me, and what I’d said to him.“Damn. He really is a romantic, huh? That’s like a scene right out of a move.”“I know right,” I giggled.“So then you kissed?” she asked, hanging off my every word.“We did more than kiss,” I said a little sheepishly.“You fucked?” she asked, her eyes growing wide.“No,” I replied, a bit put off by her choice of words. “We made lo
Cassandra’s POVI woke up the next morning in Dillon’s arms. At first, I was confused, but then the night came back to me.Passion. Skin. Lips.Oh my god, I thought to myself, blushing. Had that really happened? I touched Dillon’s arms wrapped around just to make sure.His words echoed through my mind.I love you. You have the power to destroy me. I want to taste you.Our lovemaking had been epic. I’d been with a few men, but NONE had compared to Dillon. I got all hot and bothered just thinking about it. Slow, passionate love making. We had explored every inch of each other’s body. His sexual appetite for me had been insatiable. And because we were such good friends, we had a comfort level in bed that I wasn’t used to.I could ask him for things, things I’d never asked for before. And he was more than willing to please. He was a generous partner, putting my needs before his own. I felt like an entirely new door had just opened up for me.THIS was what sex was supposed to be like.I shi
Cassandra’s POVI felt an explosion rip through my body as his lips pressed into mine. Dillon had taken me by surprise, showing up at my bungalow in the middle of the night like this. But the moment we kissed, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him.Our lips parted and our kiss deepened. He curled his fingers into my hair.“Cassandra,” he whispered in between kisses. “I love you.”He moved his lips to my neck and I let my head fall back. I pressed into him, digging my fingers into his strong shoulders and back. I could feel the heat of his chest through his clothes. An ache sparked deep in my stomach, and then between my legs. I craved him.“I love you,” he said again, tracing kisses all along my neck. He brought his lips to my ear. “God, I love you. I love you so much.”We were both breathing heavy. For a moment, I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Was I actually kissing Dillon? His words made me weak in the knees. He lifted me up then. I wrapped my legs around h
Dillon’s POVI was mildly disappointed when Cassandra had to take Stella back to the room, I’m not going to lie. But I completely understood. Stella was Cass’s best friend, and I knew Stella would do the same for her. So once again, my dreams of the perfect moment on the beach were dashed.Cameron wasn’t the least bit upset though. He was rearing to go, so off we went, to a bar. We decided there was no point in staying at the dance, since we no longer had anyone to dance with. And honestly, it was getting a bit too hot out there, with the warm tropical breeze AND the bonfire. So we went inside where it was air-conditioned and chose one of the many bars.The one we went to wasn’t too busy, so we sat right at the bar.“Two whiskeys. Neat,” Cameron said to the bartender.“You know I’m not a big fan of whiskey,” I started to remind him, but he cut me off.“You are tonight, my friend,” he said with a mischievous smile.I wasn’t sure about this. Cameron clearly looked like he wanted to ‘tie
Cassandra’s POVThe moment we were back in our bungalow, Stella ran for the bathroom. I heard her vomiting as I took off my shoes. I was sympathetic, even if she was ruining a romantic evening with Dillon. She'd had a bit too much to drink and now she felt like crap. I’d been there. It sucked.So, I went into the bathroom and knelt down beside her. I held her hair back while she vomited again. I winced at the acrid smell of her vomit, but I rubbed her back.“The drinks taste way better going down than going in,” she said.“I know,” I chuckled. “It’s okay. Just get it all out.”“I ruined your night,” she said, resting her cheek on the toilet seat.“Oh honey. No. Don’t put your face on that. Here.” I grabbed a face cloth and put it on the toilet boil.“I think I got a little drunk,” Stella said. She looked at me, frowning. Her mascara was smudged all over her eyes and her lipstick was smeared. Her hair hung around her cheeks, damp from the cold sweat of throwing up.“I think you did too,
Cassandra’s POVI placed my hand in Dillon’s and he led me onto the dance floor, just as the song switched to a slow song.“Well, look at that,” he smiled, acknowledging that the music had changed. “It appears fate is on our side tonight.”I nodded and he placed his arm on the small of my back. I went to wrap my arms around his neck, like I always did when I slow dance, but he stopped me.“No, here, Cassandra,” he said, holding up one of his hands. “Put your hand on my shoulder, like this. And then put your other hand in mine.”It was a waltz position. I knew it from my cotillion, when I’d ‘come out’ to society as a young woman. It was a time-honored tradition, and my mother had made me do it. It was a silly ritual, where young women wear fancy dresses and are ‘announced’ in front of a large crowd of super wealthy people also wearing fancy clothes. I’d rolled my eyes at the whole thing, but part of the process had been learning how to waltz. So I knew the position Dillon and I were tak
Cassandra’s POVThe afternoon flew by, as did the early evening. We all just sort of hung out together on the beach, resting and relaxing. We’d had a really busy past couple of days, and we all needed the downtime.The resort was hosting a big beach dance that night, complete with bonfire, so we had a quick dinner together, then went back to our bungalows to shower off and get changed.Two hours later, we were sitting at a table right on the beach. The resort had gone all out, and there was a massive bonfire burning beside us, the flames licking the night air. Stella and I had been given another lai when we arrived, as well as flower wreaths for our hair. The dance featured entertainment before the actual dance started, and we all watched the Polynesian entertainers in complete awe. Some of them twirled fire sticks, while some danced. Others drummed, a steady, rhythmic sound that became almost hypnotic.We sipped our drinks, but I couldn’t help notice that Stella was sipping hers a lit
Dillon’s POVI was surprised that the girls didn’t want to swim with the sharks. As soon as I heard about the excursion, I signed us all up, thinking it would be a fun adventure. But clearly, the girls had other plans.“Don’t worry about it,” Cameron told me as we got to the cove. “This isn’t their sort of thing. No big deal. I’m super excited to see some sharks.”I shrugged.I guess Cam was right. I mean, I was trying to impress Cassandra at every turn, but I should have known this wasn’t something the girls would appreciate.Or want to do at all.I was glad Cameron did though. Because honestly, I really wanted to swim with the sharks.We saw a total of two sharks. Tiny sharks. Like baby ones. It was a total let down.“That’s it?” I asked the tour guide when he told us it was time to go back. “I feel like this was advertised as something it’s not.”“I don’t control the sharks,” he shrugged. “Sometimes they’re here, sometimes they’re not. At least you some though.”“I guess,” I shrugge