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One

CharlotteTo take the pink bikini or not to take the pink bikini…“You’re taking the pink bikini, right?”I turned my dropped-jaw expression on my best friend. “Are you reading my mind?”Sarrah shrugged, looking as effortlessly cool as ever as she lounged on the sofa that provided a line of demarcation between my bedroom area and my living room area. She tossed her glossy black ringlets, and the beads of her dangly boho earrings clicked together. “I’m just here to play costume designer.”“I’m packing for my brother’s wedding. Not playing Madison Square Garden.” I turned back to the mound of clothing on my bed. I didn’t need a costume designer, but I definitely needed someone who could stop me from trying to take every item of clothing I owned along for my brother’s destination wedding.Sarrah sighed her patented fed-up-with-Charlotte’s-bullshit sigh. “Packing for your brother’s wedding at a tropical resort—”“It’s in South Carolina.”“Packing for your brother’s wedding at a resort whe

Two

MatthewIt wasn’t every day that I got a chance to surprise my best friend, especially since our jobs had basically kept us in different countries ever since college. We’d gotten together every chance we could, but for the past decade it had been a once-per-year affair. And now that he was about to get married and start a family, that number would likely be reduced.Wearing my driver’s hat and standing in the baggage area of Hilton Head Island Airport, I felt a pang of anticipated loneliness at the thought. Scott getting married shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did.I flexed my left hand, where I could still feel the phantom weight of my recently discarded ring, pulled my chauffer’s cap lower on my brow, and held up the sign I’d scrawled with a black permanent marker on the ride over. There was a surge of people into the baggage claim area, and I spotted Scott’s familiar blond head bobbing among the rest. As my bewildered friend staggered in my vague direction, I called out, “

Three

CharlottteThe resort was absolutely ridiculous. There was no other way to describe it. We pulled through the tall wrought iron gates at midnight, and everything inside the stucco perimeter fence was hopping.“I thought this was a quiet seaside vacation spot,” Mom said nervously as she peered out the window of the giant SUV that had picked us up.A deep bass throb vibrated the air around the car as we pulled up to the reception building. When an attendant opened our door, the distorted voice of an overly enthusiastic DJ was shouting, “If you’re having a good time, get those hands up!” to a cascade of cheers.“What the hell is that?” Mom asked the man who’d opened her door.The guy was probably around my age, but he didn’t waver when confronted by Mom’s I’d-like-to-speak-a-manager tone. Instead, he smiled broadly and said, “Wild Side Wednesday, ma’am. Trust me, you can’t hear it from the residence side of the resort.”Mom’s “hmm” made it clear she was not convinced.“So, this is Scott’

Four

MatthewWho the fuck is this woman?I could barely remember how to use the key card when we reached the door to the presidential suite. Which I now had to rename. It would probably up honeymoon bookings; nobody wanted to think of Woodrow Wilson on the most romantic trip of their lives.The more immediate issue was that my best friend’s little sister was brutally hot and incredibly fun, and she was about to be in my hotel room.The lights came on automatically when I opened the door, and Charlotte nodded with a grudging smile. “That’s pretty impressive.”“Wait until you see the rest of the place.” I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she walked in. “Hourglass figure” didn’t come close to describing what was going on under her tiny shorts and distractingly thin tank top.The air-conditioning in the building enhanced the look.And she was Scott’s sister. Regardless of Scott’s insistence that he was only worried for my fragile emotional state—which wasn’t the glass castle of pain he envisio

Five

CharlotteThere I was, fully naked in the arms of the hottest guy I’d ever seen, and he was adorably shocked by my request to suck him off.“Oh, that’s what strikes you speechless,” I teased him. “Not me stripping naked less than an hour after we met?”“I—”I slipped my arm around his neck and pulled him down. When he went in for a kiss, I dodged him, bringing my lips close to his ear. “No, the thing that shocks you is learning that I want you to come in my mouth and let me gulp down every drop.”A shiver went through him.“I don’t know if you can handle me,” I went on, and ran the tip of my tongue over the curve of his ear. “You were so sure of yourself before.”“You’re treading dangerous ground,” he warned, leaning back. “Or water, more aptly. But I’ve done things you couldn’t imagine in your wildest fantasies.”“My fantasies are pretty wild,” I countered, all the while thinking, show me. Show me all those dirty things you’ve done. Do them to me.He slowly backed me toward the edge

Chapter Six

MatthewThe bottle left her lips with a soft, wet pop. A single drop of water clung to her bottom lip before it slid down, tracing a glistening path over her chin, down the elegant line of her throat, and straight between those perfect tits. I watched it disappear into the valley between them like it had somewhere better to be than my mouth.Charlotte set the empty bottle on the coffee table with deliberate care, then looked up at me through those thick lashes, blue eyes dark with challenge and something hungrier. “Your turn to watch,” she said, voice husky from the shouting I’d already pulled out of her.Before I could answer, she slid off the couch in one fluid motion, knees hitting the outdoor rug with a quiet thud. The night air was warm, but the sight of her—naked, wet hair sticking to her shoulders, lips still shiny from the water—sent a fresh bolt of heat straight to my cock. She settled between my spread thighs like she belonged there, hands resting lightly on my knees as sh

Seven

Charlotte The sunlight came through the curtains before I was ready for it.I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet of the room and letting my mind catch up with the rest of me. The sheets were soft and the pillow still carried the faint warmth of the night before, and for exactly three seconds I felt completely at ease, the way you only do when you are half-awake and the world has not yet had a chance to remind you of anything important.Then it did.I turned my head slowly to the other side of the bed and found it empty, the indent still there in the pillow, the duvet pulled slightly to that side. Matthew was gone, which was both a relief and something else I did not have a name for yet. I sat up carefully, pulling the sheet around me, and looked at the room in the early morning light. Everything was exactly as it should be. Nothing had been broken or overturned. The world had continued to exist in its usual arrangement and yet something felt fun

Eight

Charlotte The morning came with more noise than the day before.I could hear voices in the corridor before I had fully woken up, someone laughing, a door closing, the particular kind of energy that moves through a building when everyone inside it is preparing for something. I lay still for a moment and let the sounds settle around me, and then I remembered what day it was and got up.Scott's wedding was tomorrow. Today was the last full day before everything changed, and the resort knew it. By the time I came downstairs, the lobby had already shifted into a different register, louder and warmer, with clusters of people gathered near the entrance and a steady movement of new arrivals coming through the doors with overnight bags and bright expressions. I recognised some faces from photographs Scott had shown me over the years and others I had never seen before, and all of them carried the same easy excitement that comes with being somewhere celebratory with people you are glad to see.

Nine

Charlotte’s POVI kicked the duvet off my legs for the tenth time tonight. My room was dead quiet, the kind of silence that usually makes me fall asleep in seconds, but tonight it felt like the walls were closing in on me. The air conditioning was humming at full blast, yet I felt like I was burning up.It was all his fault. Matthew.Every time I closed my eyes, I wasn't in my room anymore. I was back in his arms. I could still feel the way his hands gripped my waist and the rough texture of his voice when he whispered my name. My skin felt like it was on fire just thinking about the way he looked at me that night. It wasn't just a casual hookup; it felt like a collision. And now, hours later, the phantom sensation of his touch was making me ache in places I didn’t even want to admit to myself.I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. “Stop it, Char,” I muttered into the fabric. “Get a grip.”But my brain wasn't listening. It kept replaying that one moment

Ten

Charlotte’s POVThe air was thick and smelled like old coffee and bleach. I blinked, trying to clear the fog from my head, but everything felt heavy. This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t Matthew’s room either. The walls were a sickly shade of grey, peeling at the corners, and the light overhead flickered with a buzzing sound that made my teeth ache.I knew this place. I knew the way the linoleum floor felt under my shoes and the way the distant sound of a radio played static-heavy music. It was a police station.How did I get here? I tried to turn around, but a heavy hand landed on my shoulder. It wasn't a gentle touch. It was firm and cold."Keep moving," a voice barked behind me.I stumbled forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. I wanted to scream, to ask what was going on, but my throat felt like it was filled with sand. I couldn't make a sound. The person behind me shoved me again, harder this time, and I went flying through an open door.The heavy iron gate slammed shut with a

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