Page 74 of Hawaii Can Suck It

“Your unwavering confidence in the face of reality?” She smirks then adds, “Okay, fine. Your ocean blue eyes are sexy as hell.”

Did she just say—

“What?” She catches my surprise. “You know you’re hot. Am I right, chat?”

The comments catch fire with all the flame emojis:

DADDY DARE IS FINE AF.

THOSE EYES ARE A CRIME.

RAIL ME REECE.

HOTTEST COUPLE ON YOUTUBE.

“Although, I’m shocked he’s still got a shirt on,” Cam snarks. “I swear, he thinks covering those abs is a violation of his civil rights.”

Well, damn. Girl came to play!

She’s a goddamn Christmas tree that lights up when she roasts me, when she’s meeting my challenge. The sass, the confidence, that playful edge that makes my blood hot—it all comes out when Cam is focused on destroying my ego.

Very interesting.

The chat suffers a complete psychological break:

I’M CRYING THEY’RE SO CUTE.

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER THO.

THEIR CHEMISTRY IS EVERYTHING.

“Today”—I pan the camera to showcase the steep incline—“we’re taking on the craziest hike in Maui. At the top of this trail is…?” I swing to Cam.

“Oh! Um, a waterfall.”

“That’s right, babe. A secret waterfall.”

Her eyes go wide at the pet name. I’d love to enjoy her reaction, but—

“OH. MY. ACTUAL. GOD!” Astrid screeches. “Do you see this? These are five-thousand-dollar Louboutins! And they’re getting raw-dogged by mud!”

“It’s cool, baby!” Blaze calls. “Mud’s just like… wet dirt!”

“That’sNOTthe POINT, Blazey! They color-matched my fit for the gram! It’s called aesthetic cohesion.”

I catch Cam’s eye, and she’s fighting back laughter.

“So, Morales…” I nod at her feet. “You worried about your footwear?”

“No. Unlike some people”—she models her boots with exaggerated flair—“I chosehikingboots to go hiking. Crazy concept, I know.”

“That’s my girl.” The words escape before my brain catches up. I recover quickly, fingers finding the red string at her neck. “More importantly, what does this connect to? Please say it’s a bikini.”

She smirks, and my whole body ignites. “You’ll have to wait and find out like everyone else.”

“My Louboutins did not sign up for this death march through nature!” Astrid wails behind us. “Like, why are we not taking a helicopter?”

“Babe, I got you!” Blaze flexes. “I’ll carry you! I’m fast. How much do you weigh?”

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