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“Nah,” I shake my head, “I still left in the first place. It won’t change anything.”

“It couldn’t hurt though, right? To tell her that you regretted it?”

I look over to him. “I don’t know.”

He shrugs with a smile. “Won’t know till you try?”

“I guess so.”

“Go on,” he taunts. “Don’t be a scaredy cat, Miles. It’s not good for your image.”

I shove my shoulder into his. “Shut up, asshole.”

He just smiles back at me. “You’re running off to Italy to get your girl, and I’m going to be stuck with some other captain I definitely can’t rip into like I can with you. I’ve got to get it all out of my system now. Oh! And you’re going to need to tell me where you get those sour peaches, those things are bloody good.”

I chuckle. “They’re from the airport shop in L.A.”

“No way.”

“Way.” I drink down the rest of my soda before looking over at Wesley, who’s got an astounded look on his face.

I don’t know if I could ever leave flying. Being in the clouds is one of the things I love most in this world. And being able to do it with this guy most days of the week is what makes it extraspecial. Being able to fly around the world with my best friend is a dream job for anyone. A dream job for me, I love being in the pilot’s seat. But some part of me is nagging to stand still for once. To find a place to settle down, have enough time on my hands that I could finally finish working on the beat-up truck I’ve had since I was twenty-one. Have enough time that I could give to someone else.

I’m twenty-nine, and all the people I went to school with are either having kids or still smoking weed every weeknight. And I’m just sitting somewhere in the middle, having no direction, literally moving from country to country every week. Part of me yearns to get domestic. With a house, a wife, and a dog. I mean, my little sister just got hitched, and what am I doing?

“Hey,” Wes bumps my shoulder, “get out of your head for one night, the overthinking can wait. Should we go try our luck with the slots?”

“No.”

“Let’s go.”

chapter fourteen

MARINA

PAST

“I will never getover this pool,” I say wistfully as I drop my head back, letting my hair float on the surface of the cool water.

“It is a nice pool,” Miles says from the other side.

“A nice pool,” I mock. “This is literally the nicest pool to ever exist.”

“It looks even nicer with you in it.”

That draws my attention from the sky to where his hard body is hiding under the surface of the water. Miles and I have been doing whatever it is we are doing for around a month now, and with every passing day, my desire for him is growing tenfold. He is quite possibly the most genuine, caring, wonderful man I have ever met, and it just makes me want to rip his pants off even more than I already did.

We’ve spent hours upon hours getting to know every single piece of each other, all except those under our clothes, and I’m slowly losing my mind over it.

I’m not usually so bothered about being intimate with a guy if it doesn’t happen straight away, but with Miles, it’s all I can thinkabout. And the fact that I feel closer to him every single day that we spend together isn’t helping my current predicament.

“Do you know enough about me yet?”

He doesn’t answer me, but I know he knows what I’m talking about. He once told me he wanted to know more about me than my favorite color before he’d sleep with me, and he knows a lot more than that now.

The look in his eye tells me that the answer is yes. He moves slowly in the water, making his way closer to me. My body pulses with need with every inch between us that he closes.

“Marina,” he says, his voice low, and it sends vibrations right to my core.

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