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“You say it like it’s a job opportunity, Cols.” I can’t hold back my grin.

“Call it whatever you want.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll consider it. Clearing the dust bunnies, I mean.” I’m surprised at how quickly I agreed. I guess there’s no harm in trying, right?

Although, I know for a fact I’m too awkward to make the first move, and I’ll probably overthink everything.

Collie claps and rises to her feet. “Hell yes. Okay, now onto the good stuff.”

This can’t be good.

“What did you do?” I chastise her.

Her hand flies to her chest. “Me? Only good things, my dear sister.” I brace myself for what comes next. “While you were gallivanting down the candy aisle, I was invited on a private yacht tomorrow by two dreamy men.”

“What? Where?”I’m not surprised.

“They stopped at my table not long after you walked away. I was on my third lemon spritz when they invited us. The yacht tours the Grottos, Capri! We have to go,” Collie exclaims, her small frame full of energy.

Collie has this wild and captivating effect on men. She’s stunning and charismatic, not to mention loyal to a fault. I love this for her.

“That sounds so fun, Cols. I hope you have the best time.”

“Did you not hear me, Capri? We’re both going!” Her smile rises.

My eyes search for an explanation. “Did you tell them about me? I don’t want to show up uninvited.”

She huffs. “Of course I did. They said absolutely, there’s room for everyone.” Collie’s excitement is contagious. I guess this is the part where I try new things and meet new people.

Thankfully, I’ll have my sister there as my emotional support blanket.

I can do this for her. For me.

Heaven knows I need it.

I put on a brave face and smile at my sister, who has the biggest heart. “Vivere il momento?” I say it like a question, but she knows it’s my way of agreeing.

My little free bird non-planner.

Collie jumps and wraps her arms around me. “Love you! This is going to be a trip to remember. I can feel it.”

“I hope so, Cols. I really hope so.”

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“I’m soglad you listened to me and wore that bikini. Your boobs look amazing!”

I feel uncomfortable. Like I stuffed too many marshmallows in a s’more and they’re spilling out.

Delicious picture, nonetheless.

Collie convinced me to wear the cheekiest bikini, and when I say cheekiest, I mean thong.

Riding up my asshole, cheeks flapping in the wind—thong.

I’ve never worn a thong bikini in my life. I silently thank the stars above that I’m naturally tan, my dad’s Cuban heritage having my back on this one. My ass hasn’t seen the sunshine in any capacity, I think…ever.

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