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I know Capri wants those things too. But I can’t pressure her—I won’t.

I have to let her come to me.

I believe in our connection enough to trust time will tell when it comes to us.

Selfishly, I’d kill for it to be soon.

I almost bent her over and fucked her on the chair the other night at her apartment. I’m slipping, and I recognize it.

I decided to go for a run to clear my head. Work off the weight of my stress and get some fresh air.

My rental and Mom’s home are a short block from the beach, making running first thing in the morning a no-brainer.

The beach here is different than in Capri. Here, the beaches are packed with food trucks, kids playing, umbrellas, and beach volleyball early in the morning. It’s a small town built on community.

Capri has more private beaches, calm and relaxing. Unless you’re on the tourist side, but even then, it’s not as lively as Timber Heights.

With a plan to get five miles this morning, I coast along the side of River Street, and I’m not sure why, but a small shack selling miscellaneous things catches my attention.

I never stop my run to shop here, but today I do. I’ve noticed this shack more times than I can count, and nothing has ever stuck out to me until today.

Shell necklaces, hand-woven purses, coastal rings, truly anything you can think of, they have it.

But a small magnet catches my eye.

#1 Teacher.

It’s purple and white, reminding me of the tasteful bikini Capri wore on the yacht the first week we met. But my golden girl is a teacher, and a sexy one at that.

Is this the cheesiest gift I could give her? Fuck yes. Will she love it? I don’t know. Am I gonna get it for her anyway? Sure am.

Especially now that I know what made her become a teacher. I appreciate her even more.

There’s nothing shallow about Capri. Past situationships with women have shown me they were only with me for my money. I can afford much more than a silly magnet.

Hell, I could buy the whole shop.

But this feels more like something Capri would appreciate. Something she would cherish far more than a designer bag.

I pay the cashier and hold it tightly in my hand, making my way back home.

Capri goes back to work in just a few days, and I have a feeling she could use some help. I know she’ll refuse, leaving me no choice but to show up without warning.

Jot it down as another thing I have no issue doing without asking.

Time to be there for my #1 teacher.

28

CAPRI

“Who’sthe lucky guy tonight? Johnny or Mikey?”

Collie laughs, finishing up the curls in her hair. “Close. It’s Reed.”

“Ah! Reed. Right. Have I met him? Or is this a new one?”

“You say it like they’re ice cream flavors or something, Capri.”

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