ВойтиRonan's POVThe drive back felt different.Sarra sat in the passenger seat with her knees pulled up, staring out the window at the passing landscape. She'd been quiet since we packed up that morning, barely touching the coffee I'd made."You okay?" I asked for the third time."Yeah." She didn't look at me. "Just thinking.""About what?""Everything." She wrapped her arms around her knees. "Tomorrow we're back to normal life. Press, cameras, all of it."I reached over and squeezed her hand. "We'll handle it."She nodded but didn't say anything else.I kept glancing at her as I drove, trying to read her expression. The closer we got to LA, the more she seemed to withdraw into herself. By the time we hit the city limits, she'd put her sunglasses on even though the sun was behind clouds."Sarra—""I'm fine," she said quickly. "Really."But she wasn't. I could tell.When we turned onto my street, I saw them immediately. At least twenty photographers clustered around the entrance to my buil
Sarra's POVI woke up alone again, but this time I heard music.Not good music. Terrible music. Someone was absolutely butchering what sounded like a classic rock song, hitting every note with confidence and zero accuracy.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The sound was coming from outside.I followed it to the outdoor shower, where steam rose into the late afternoon air. Through the frosted glass panels, I could see Ronan's silhouette, completely oblivious to how badly he was singing."You really should stick to acting," I called out.The singing stopped. "How long have you been standing there?""Long enough to know you can't carry a tune."The shower door opened, and he stuck his head out, hair dripping. "I happen to have excellent pitch.""No, you really don't."He grinned. "Come here and say that.""I'm not falling for that.""Falling for what?" He opened the door wider, revealing way too much of his naked, wet body. "I'm just taking a shower.""Fully aware of that." I crossed my arms, t
Ronan's POVI woke up to the smell of salt air and coffee.Sarra wasn't in bed. I sat up, squinting at the bright sunlight streaming through the open terrace doors. The sheets beside me were cool, which meant she'd been up for a while.I found her on the terrace, sitting cross-legged on a lounge chair with a mug in her hands. She wore one of my T-shirts and nothing else, her hair messy from sleep and ocean wind."Morning," I said, leaning against the doorframe.She looked up and smiled. "Morning. I made coffee.""I can see that." I walked over and kissed the top of her head. "How long have you been up?""An hour maybe? I couldn't sleep." She gestured at the ocean. "It's too beautiful out here."I sat down beside her, stealing her mug for a sip. "What's the plan today?""I don't know. What do people do in paradise?""Absolutely nothing," I said. "That's the point."She laughed. "That sounds perfect, actually."We sat there for a while, passing the coffee back and forth. The ocean was c
Sarra's POVThe beach house was unreal.I stood in the open living room, staring at floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the ocean like a painting. Everything was white stone and bleached wood, minimalist but warm."You okay?" Ronan asked, setting our bags down."This is insane," I said, walking toward the windows. "You said beach house….this is a palace."He laughed, coming up behind me. "My dad likes to go big.""Clearly." I let my eyes take it all in.Through the glass, I could see an infinity pool that seemed to blend right into the ocean. Beyond that, white sand stretched in both directions, completely empty. No other houses, no people, nothing but water and sky."Come on," he said, taking my hand. "I'll give you the tour."He led me through the house, pointing out the gourmet kitchen we'd never use, the media room with a screen bigger than my bedroom, the outdoor shower surrounded by tropical plants."And this," he said, opening double doors, "is the master bedroom."I stepped i
Ronan's POVThat weekend…I couldn't stop smiling.The convertible hummed along the coastal highway, top down, sun beating on my shoulders. Sarra sat in the passenger seat wearing oversized sunglasses and one of my old band T-shirts, her hair whipping in the wind.She'd actually said yes.After everything she'd agreed to come to Mexico with me for the weekend. "You're staring again," she said without looking at me."I can't help it.""Keep your eyes on the road, Vale."I grinned and shifted gears, the engine roaring as we took a curve. "Are you nervous?""About the weekend? Or about your driving?""Both."She finally looked at me, pushing her sunglasses up. "Maybe a little.""Which one?""Definitely your driving." But she was smiling.The highway stretched ahead, empty and perfect. On our left, the ocean sparkled like broken glass. On our right, rocky cliffs rose up, dotted with wildflowers. It was the kind of view that belonged on a postcard."How much longer?" she asked."Another ho
Sarra's POV"I didn't—" I started, my face burning. "That wasn't—""You love me," Ronan repeated, that goofy smile getting wider."No. I meant it platonically."He laughed. "Platonically?""Yes. Like how you love your favorite coffee shop or a really good movie.""So I'm a coffee shop now?""You know what I mean," I said, waving my hand. "It was just something I said to get Ethan to stop talking."Ronan leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Right. Because telling your ex-boyfriend you love another man is definitely the best way to shut down a conversation.""It worked, didn't it?""Did it?" He pushed off the frame and walked closer. "Because from where I'm standing, it sounds like you just confessed your feelings."I backed up a step. "I didn't confess anything.""You said, and I quote, 'Yes, I do.'""You were eavesdropping!""I was coming down to ask if you wanted orange juice or apple juice with breakfast," he said innocently. It's not my fault you were in the middle of







