Page 105 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“Someone’s hungry,” the troublemaker teases, popping a piece of pineapple into my mouth.

I chew happily, savoring the sweet explosion on my tongue. “It’s your fault. You’ve been working me like a marathon coach who thinks the finish line is on Mars.”

“I heard zero complaints.” His finger traces the V of my yellow string bikini, and I’m still not complaining.

“It’s good we left the room,” I say, reluctantly pushing his wandering hand away. “This is a workcation, not a sexcation.”

Reece groans. “Gordon threatened to fly to Maui if we don’t start livestreaming again soon.” He holds up his phone. “Should we get this over with?”

“Is it weird that I miss the fans? They’re so funny.”

“They definitely miss you, but I hate sharing you.”

“Then we’ll make it quick.”

I lean in, giving him a light, teasing kiss that he immediately tries to deepen, his hand coming up to cup the back of my neck. I push him away, laughing. “Nuh-uh.” I grab his phone from his grip and pressGo Livebefore he can argue.

“Hello, DareSquad! We missed you!” I beam into the camera, angling it to catch both of us in the frame.

Chat comments blow up like a firecracker:

OMG THEY’RE ALIVE!

Mom and Dad are back from making us siblings!!!

The hickey on Reece’s neck I CANNOT.

Cam is a tasty SNACK in that bikini.

KISS NOW OR WE RIOT!

My fake boyfriend edges closer, his arm sliding around my waist, his picture-perfect influencer smile on full display. “I think today we do a challenge video”—he pauses, milking it—“in the pool!”

Before I get what he’s really saying, he scoops me up

“REECE, NO—”

One moment we’re dry and civilized on our lounger. The next we’re airborne. My scream gurgles as we hit the water.

SPLASH!

The phone keeps streaming from its waterproof case.

We surface and I immediately splash him. “You are going to regret that.”

He pushes his wet hair back. “I’m hoping to,” he says with a wink that makes me want to drag him back to our room.

And then we turn the livestream into an all-out pool war.

Swimming relay? Reece wins.

Holding breath underwater? I win.

Marco Polo? If Reece finds me, he gets to kiss me.

And spoiler alert. He finds me instantly.

“Cheater,” I accuse, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

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