FAZER LOGINHe whispers in her ear, "What are you doing to me?" The words made her mouth come over his mouth, kissing him. "Thanks for all you do, you make life so fun, Denver says. “To be honest, I really need your help." "What is it? Are you serious?" He attempted to sit up but was too intoxicated. India was tipsy too, as her head was spinning, and so was Denver’s as they both laughed, falling back on the grass outside his bungalow. They had taken the beach route to get to the bungalow, but lay down, looking up at the stars that took his breath away, never moving to go inside.“What can I do? I’ll do anything for you.” Denver stated sexily.India moved closer to him, creeping forward as he reached for her hand, and pulling her on top of him. Her body was straddled across Denver's long, lean, hot body. She held her breath once his fingers touched her, then his neck, and cupped her face; she exhaled. Gently, Denver guided her face and lips to his.Her pulse quickened with anticipation for t
The short walk down the boardwalk brought the bungalow into view. As both of them saw them come into view, it was as if a fire had been lit, building in intensity! Marcus began kissing her under the stars and in the night sky, stopping every so many steps along the way.Marcus wanted to feel her tongue. Vanessa slid it hesitantly against his, making his already intoxicated brain completely evaporate. He knew at this moment, the only head that was doing any thinking was the one begging to be released from his pants.Marcus gripped her hips while kissing her, never breaking the connection of their mouths. She sways against his rock-hard erection, as he almost loses it, wanting to stop and have her right there on this dark boardwalk. The friction was enough to drive a sane man out of his mind with delirium.They finally made it to his bungalow. Once inside, clothes went flying as if they were scorching their flesh! It was as if someone had set their clothes on fire, and they had to be q
This was as close to perfect as the lovers and friends could imagine being. They all sipped their drinks. Vanessa remarked to India, “Hot,” and the girls giggled. “No pun intended,” India says. “You’re ogling over the fire dancers, aren’t you?” Marcus asked. Vanessa gave him an innocent stare. “Who, me?” He shook his head. “Only hours after being here and you’re checking out other guys and getting excited over them?” He made a tsking sound with his teeth.She swatted him on the arm. “Hey, I’m still allowed to look. I look at them, but I’m touching you.” Vanessa winked. Marcus sent her a look that was filled with more heat than the fire dancers' stage. “Okay, that sounds like something I can handle.”“Man, that’s the part I’m looking forward to.” Denver chimed in. India grinned. “What do you think I’m looking forward to?” She sipped her Mai Tai again, watching as the three guys swirled their sticks in the air, coming close to hitting the colorful woven tarps draped on the walls b
Four hours after their plane touched down near Papeete, Marcus and Denver strolled out of the airport, the humid Tahitian air thick with the scent of gardenia and sea salt. They paused in front of a gleaming red sports convertible, its curves catching the late afternoon sun.Denver grinned, dangling the keys. "Come on, Marcus, you know you’re too uptight to handle this thing on island roads."Marcus snatched the keys with a smirk. "Says the guy who still uses his blinker in parking lots. Let’s see if you can keep up."They tossed their bags in the trunk, each trying to outdo the other over who deserved to drive. Denver grinned, dangling the keys. "Come on, Marcus, you know you’re too uptight to handle this thing on island roads."Marcus snatched the keys with a smirk. "Says the guy who still uses his blinker in parking lots. Let’s see if you can keep up."Denver laughed, his voice echoing above the distant roar of waves. "Keep up? Please. The only thing you’re good at is finding the ne
“There are only two things in this world that I would apply the word love to when describing my feelings.”“What’s that, girl?” Vanessa replied into the speaker of her phone, as she packed her bags for a much-needed vacation with her husband and friends.” “Number one, I love my friends and family.”“Ah, how sweet of you, India, same here.” “I know our dynamics are weird. But I honestly think of you and Marcus as an extension of my family. We have been through so much over these years. A disastrous wedding that was almost ruined, and through sniffles, sighs, and a few congrats, we found true love.” “Well, I couldn’t ask for better friends than you and Denver. You guys have been so supportive of Marcus and me, and I feel incredibly fortunate to have you both as our friends.”“Ah, Vanessa, how touching. Well, we have two great husbands, and the word makes me giddy and a little thrilled after these years every time I hear it.” “I know, doesn’t it? But I will really be giddy once the t
Denver paced in his new office, which was Marcus’s old one. The soft hum of the city filters through the windows. They swapped offices since Marcus had been using his for the two months he had been away. His office feels like the center of the universe—his universe. Now, as Vice President, this space feels a size too small, as if the walls had crept closer, quietly reminding him that the corner office upstairs belonged to Marcus, for now.He couldn’t deny it: Marcus was good. Too good. The staff seemed to light up in his presence, eager to impress, relaxed in a way Denver had never seen before. Marcus had a knack for making people feel heard, like what they did really mattered. Denver prided itself on efficiency and results, but Marcus? Marcus was all about connection.It grated. Denver tried to tell himself he was being paranoid, that he should be grateful the company wasn’t falling apart without him at the helm. But every time Marcus stopped by with a new directive or suggestion,
The knock at the door was thunderous, shaking the picture frames on Denver’s walls. You would have thought it was the police. India stiffened, eyes wide and red from hours of silent tears. Denver pressed his palm to her shoulder, steadying her—steadying himself. He’d been preparing for this moment
"I've got to be honest, I feel nervous," India said, looking at him sincerely. "Okay, red or white?""Red is as good as any," India said.Denver walked away feeling relieved that he wasn't the only one nervous about all of this. He picked up two glasses. She needed a drink too. Denver took a seat
Denver had risen early, thinking about the way she kissed him. His thoughts seemed clearer than ever before. “I’m a married man. This isn’t a joke. Maybe it's temporary, but at this moment, I’m someone’s husband in real life. And that someone is India.” As their honeymoon days came and went, Denve
India had to admit, it wasn't that Denver made it terribly uncomfortable for her. She realized that the kiss, with that glass of wine, made it feel like more than just being friends was happening between them. But she kept in mind that drinking always made her relax, but she wondered if she was l







