Page 8 of Spring Break with a Billionaire

“Maybe you’re right,” I murmur thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s okay to let myself feel something, even if it’s just for this week.”

Abby squeezes my arm gently, smiling. “You deserve it, Cricket.”

And suddenly, I feel lighter, happier. I resolve to embrace whatever happens between Cameron and me—to enjoy this connection, this spark, for exactly what it is: a chance to find joy, relaxation, and maybe a little romance, even if only temporarily.

Because, after all, isn’t that exactly what spring break is for?

Four

Chapter Four

Cricket

My phone vibrates softly, startling me awake from a deep sleep. Sunlight filters warmly through the sheer curtains of the cottage, casting lazy patterns on the pastel walls. Yawning, I squint at the screen, my heart skipping a beat when I see Cameron’s name glowing on the display.

Cameron:Good morning, Cricket. Any plans for today?

I smile, rolling onto my side, heart fluttering gently as I type a reply.

Me:None yet. Did you have something in mind?

His answer arrives almost immediately.

Cameron:I was hoping you’d like to explore Love Beach with me. Shops, sights, maybe some ice cream?

A thrill runs through me, and I find myself smiling broadly at the screen.

Me:Sounds perfect. When should we meet?

Cameron:I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes.

Me:I’ll be ready.

I jump out of bed, energy flooding my body as I hurry into the bathroom. I quickly shower, towel-dry my hair, and dress in a comfortable sundress and sandals. By the time I hear Cameron’s knock at the cottage door, excitement has chased away any lingering nerves.

I open the door, my breath hitching softly at the sight of him standing there, handsome and relaxed in casual linen shorts and a white button-up shirt, sunglasses pushed casually up into his thick, silver-flecked hair. His smile is warm and inviting.

“You look lovely,” he says sincerely, his eyes lighting up as they sweep over me.

“Thank you,” I murmur, blushing. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

He chuckles, offering me his arm gallantly. “Shall we?”

I link my arm through his, feeling oddly comfortable despite how little time we’ve known each other. “Let’s.”

We walk leisurely toward the small downtown area, conversation flowing effortlessly between us. I’m amazed by how easily we connect, how natural it feels to be with him. Cameron listens intently, his genuine interest evident in every thoughtful question, every attentive glance.

The town’s main street is alive with charming activity. Brightly colored awnings shade the quaint shops, their windows displaying everything from beachwear to artisanal crafts. The scent of freshly baked goods drifts lazily from a nearby bakery, mingling deliciously with salty ocean air.

“Have you spent much time here before?” I ask, peering curiously into the shop windows as we stroll.

“A bit,” Cameron admits, squeezing my hand gently. “But this is different. Exploring with you feels new.”

“I feel the same,” I confess softly, cheeks warming as our eyes briefly lock.

Our first stop is a quirky boutique filled with whimsical treasures, beach-themed decor, handcrafted jewelry, and vintage postcards. Cameron laughs warmly as I try on a pair of oversized sunglasses, striking an exaggerated pose. The sound of his laughter sends warmth rushing through me, and I realize suddenly how rarely I’ve felt this carefree with a man.

“Very stylish,” he teases, eyes sparkling playfully.

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