Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“That wasn’t exactly the most romantic declaration of love.” I frown up at him.
He winces. “Let’s forget I said that, okay?” His lips drop to my neck.
“No.” I smile as his teeth graze my skin. “I’m going to bring that up forever.”
His eyes twinkle with a certain something. “Forever has a nice ring to it.”
My heart swells. “It does.”
Our kiss deepens, and an urgency takes over. Our teeth clash, and I make myself step back from him. “Can we . . . not do this.”
Panting, he frowns in confusion. “What?”
“You’re blinding me with all the orgasms.”
“But what a way to go blind.” He smiles mischievously.
“I’m serious. No sex today.”
His shoulders slump.
“Well, at least not now.” I put my arms around his waist and look up into his big, beautiful eyes. “Maybe later.”
He breaks into a breathtaking smile.
“If you behave yourself,” I add.
He kisses me.
“And don’t give me any more red flags,” I say to add further salt to the wound.
“Careful, Rebecca.” He smirks. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
“Yeah, I just worked that out,” I mutter dryly. “Where are you taking me sightseeing today?”
The sun is shining, and the laughter hasn’t stopped.
I cling to Blake’s broad back as I hold on. We’re sightseeing on a motorbike, and it’s day three of our vacation. My hair is flapping around in my helmet, and my lips are windburned. We’ve swum and lain in the sun, danced until our feet are sore, and lived every moment as if it was our last.
A new sense of what my life could be is falling into place, and boy . . . does the future feel bright.
I see a row of shops that I want to look through, and I tap Blake on the back with a pull-over signal. He parks the bike, and we amble through the quaint little street.
Cancún is so interesting. There’s so much to see and do, and every day something shocks me.
“Do you want an ice cream?” I ask Blake.
“Sure.”
I go to the counter and put down the ice creams.
“That will be one hundred pesos, please.” The shop attendant smiles.
I count out my money, and as I pass it over to her, I notice the most beautiful ring. “Oh my gosh, your ring!”
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it.” The woman smiles as she looks over at her husband. “It’s a yellow diamond.”
I wished for a yellow diamond engagement ring once upon a time, but I never got it, of course. That dream is long gone now that I’m never marrying again.
“Oh my gosh, yellow diamonds are so rare,” I gasp as I hold her hand to get a closer look.
“Because they are so beautiful.” She beams.
“How long have you been married?” I ask.
“Forty-two years this year.” The husband smiles. “That ring cost me one year’s wages, but it was worth every cent. It’s brought me nothing but luck.”
“You’re a lucky man.” Blake smiles.
“Goodbye.” I smile. Blake takes my hand in his, and we continue our ambling down the street. I can hear music playing in the distance as I tear open my ice cream and lick the paper.
“That bloke must be loaded,” Blake mutters as he thinks out loud. “Did you see the size of that ring? What would that be, like a ten-carat diamond?”
“How do you know about carats in diamonds?”
“I’m actually a specialist. Do you know how long Antony, Hen, and I looked for Juliet’s engagement ring?”
I lick my ice cream and smile as I get an image of the three of them searching high and low for Juliet’s ring. “Well, you did a good job, because Juliet’s ring is perfection.”
“As are you.” He smiles as he throws his arm around me. “As are you.”
The sun’s rays beam down on us as we lie on our towels. We are at the beach, and Blake is reapplying his sunscreen.
“Who do you miss the most from home?” I ask.
“Hmm, probably Antony.”
“Antony?” I smile into the sun. “Why Antony?”
He shrugs. “Well, Henley is all happily married now with a baby on the way. It’s been just me and Ant for a while.”
“You’re not best friends with Hen anymore because he got married?”
“Of course I am; it’s just different. His best friend is Juliet now. She’s the one he can’t wait to see.”
“I love that.” I smile sadly. “Is Ant seeing anyone?”
“He’s sworn off women.”
“Why?” I smile.
“Reckons he doesn’t have time for bullshit.”
I giggle. “Maybe if all they are giving him is bullshit, he is with the wrong women.”
“Right.” He smirks as he keeps applying his sunscreen. “Who do you miss from home the most?”
I think for a moment. “Honestly, I think Barry.”
“Barry?” He frowns.
“Yeah, I loved having that little menace live with me, and I had a very good reason to walk every day.”
“You should get your own dog.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“I mean, now that you know you aren’t going to have to move houses.”