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She snorted. “Could it, though?”

I said a quick goodbye before going back to Cameron. He took off from the beach, and I hollered a good luck to everyone as we flew away.

My curiosity was so strong, I didn’t have time to think about the fact that we were in the sky again.

And while my stomach still clenched a little at the distance between us and the ocean below, I felt better about it.

A lot better.

I spent the whole trip back trying to figure out what her plan must’ve been—if she had one—and when we landed, asked Cam what he thought immediately.

He shifted back, and though his expression was tired, he grinned at me in a way that said he knew something I didn’t.

“What are you hiding?” I asked.

“What will you give me for an answer?” he teased.

I stepped up to him and put my hands on his chest. “How about a blowjob?”

His eyes flashed with heat. “Deal.”

The bastard would’ve told me anyway, but I’d been wanting to see how he reacted to having my mouth on his cock for days.

He carried me through the front doors, and I made love to him with my mouth just inside the mansion.

When he told me what he’d heard from Rhett afterward, I couldn’t help but laugh.

twenty

MOLLY

We spent a few lazy days watching movies and napping while Cam recovered from shifting. He didn’t bug me about flying, and I didn’t bring it up either.

The morning of the last day of our private island honeymoon, I poured two glasses of orange juice. Then, I sat out on the balcony of our room and watched the sunrise. My feet were propped up on the fancy metal railing, and the sun’s rays felt amazing on my skin.

Cameron was in the shower, and I was completely and utterly relaxed despite the uncomfortable chair I occupied.

A light breeze blew past, ruffling my hair and the feathers on my wings. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of it.

Some part of me had been itching to fly again ever since I rode on Cam’s back. Something about having the wind against my skin sounded amazing.

But flying would mean accepting that I’d changed. A lot.

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

So I sipped my juice and enjoyed the feel of the wind.

I heard the shower turn off and opened my eyes so I could watch the waves crash lightly on our private beach again. Despite my hatred of sand, spending a month and a half living on an island had made the beach feel like home.

“We’ll have to take trips to the ocean sometimes,” I told Cam, as he sat down in the chair beside mine and grabbed the glass of juice I’d poured for him. We were just about out of food, but there was still juice.

“Think you’ll miss it?” There was amusement in his voice.

“I wish I could say no, but I think I will,” I admitted. “Or I’ll miss the sound of the ocean, at least. I love that.”

He nodded. “It’s calming.”

“It is.”

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