Page 25 of Spring Break with a Billionaire

“Good morning,” I reply softly, smiling back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Absolutely,” he says, stretching, his muscles rippling under the sheets. He looks so effortlessly handsome, it makes my heart race.

I move toward him and climb back into the bed beside him. His arm slips around me instantly, drawing me close as his lips brush the top of my head.

Our kiss is soft, tender, and filled with the sweetness of finally letting go of all the walls we’ve built. I let myself fully melt into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, savoring the feel of him, of us.

For the first time, I feel completely sure of what I want. There’s no hesitation, no fear. Only him. Only us.

“I’m ready for whatever comes next.”

“Me too,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly across my cheek. “Whatever comes next, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

I smile at the thought of us together, genuinely together.

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Cameron

I can’t stop smiling as I make my way to the small kitchen, quietly preparing breakfast for Cricket. I wanted to do something special this morning, to show her just how much she means to me. I’m ready to give her everything—everything I have and more.

The smell of sizzling bacon fills the air as I crack a couple of eggs into the pan, my thoughts drifting to her. Last night was perfect. We’d talked, laughed, made love, and I’d held her in my arms, feeling like the luckiest man alive. She loves me.

It’s everything I’ve hoped for, but more than that, it feels real. It feels like a foundation I can build on.

I finish cooking the eggs and bacon, setting the table with fresh fruit, toast, and coffee, making sure everything’s perfect. As I hear Cricket moving around in the other room, I feel my pulse quicken. I want to surprise her—show her how much I’m thinking of her, how much she matters.

When she enters the kitchen, her eyes brighten at the sight of the spread I’ve made.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” she says softly, her voice filled with warmth and surprise. “But I’m glad you did.”

I smile, walking toward her and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I wanted to. You deserve it.”

She leans into me for a moment, and I feel the weight of everything we’ve been through lift between us. The distance, the uncertainty, the fear—all of it has faded, leaving only the certainty of what we share.

We sit down to breakfast, the conversation flowing easily between us, light and easy. I watch her closely as she eats, my heart full of quiet joy. I want to spend the rest of my life making her feel this special, this loved.

After breakfast, as we clean up together, my mind races with ideas—plans for the future, for us. I’m determined to show her that I’m serious, that I’m in this for the long haul. But I know that it’s not enough just to tell her. I need to prove it.

I’ve been thinking about it all morning—the perfect way to show her how much she means to me. And as I finish washing the dishes, an idea begins to take shape.

“Cricket,” I say, my voice steady but filled with excitement, “I have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes light up immediately, her smile playful. “A surprise? What is it?”

“I’m not telling you yet,” I tease, a grin tugging at my lips. “But I think you’ll like it.”

She laughs, her eyes bright and full of curiosity. “You’re killing me here, Cameron.”

I slip out of the kitchen, giving her a moment to enjoy her coffee, and I head to the closet to grab the small, carefully wrapped package I’ve been hiding. It’s not big, just a simple gesture, but I want to show her how serious I am about us.

When I return to the living room, I find her sitting on the couch, her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on me with soft, affectionate curiosity.

I sit down beside her, handing her the small package.

“What’s this?” she asks, her fingers tracing the paper gently as she unwraps it. Her eyes widen slightly when she sees what’s inside—an old, weathered map of Star Mountain, with the routes to the most beautiful viewpoints highlighted in ink and a key.

I watch her face carefully as she looks up at me, her expression a mixture of surprise and something deeper. “Cameron…”

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