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Alexandra looks around, slowly realizing why I didn’t kiss her.

“Anthony.” My name leaves her lips like a flame, setting me on fire from head to toe.

“What is it?”

“I’m sleeping in your room tonight,” she says, eyes darker, sultrier than I’ve ever seen them. And that’s when it hits me:Disney is truly magical.

Chapter Thirty-Seven – Alex

When I take the most beautiful flight of my life,

who will call me “love,” “sweetheart,” “darling”?

Who will wait for me at home,

polish the rare gem,

be the pseudo-fruit, the skin of the cashew?

Caju – Liniker

“What can I do to make you as happy as I am right now? Just say it—I’d do anything.”

I didn’t really think when I said it. Coming straight from the perfect girls’ day to a surprise airport moment with the chance to go literally anywhere had me way too excited to be rational.

Living Disney—one of my oldest, biggest childhood dreams—completely swept me off my feet.

But the fireworks? The show? That moment when everything bursts into color and music and every childhood memory hits you at once? I couldn’t even breathe.

People would call it magic,I call it a miracle.

Feeling that happy, living that dream, with someone who means so much to me—that wasn’t even something I thought was possible. But A.J. has this stubborn, irritating, absolutely unfair way of breaking down every wall I try to put up.

I’d live this exact day on repeat if I could. I want to come back here with time to visit every park, stay until my legs give out, see everything twice. Still, when the final firework faded from the sky, I was floating and I wanted A.J. floating with me. So when I asked what I could do to make him just as happy, I wasn’t thinking anything wild.

I was thinking about returning the favor. Taking him somewhere in Brazil he’s never been. A secret beach. A ridiculous road trip. Something random and unforgettable.

What I wasn’t ready for, was seeing it in his eyes. Realizing how badly Anthony Fortin wanted to kiss me. And the most surprising part? Not being able to kiss him, right there, beneath the fading glow of the fireworks… It shattered me.

I knew exactly what that meant.

I wanted it.

I wanted it just as much as he did.

Maybe more.

And not even this long, cold shower could wash that feeling off my skin. So I pull on my not-even-a-little-bit sexy pajamas, wrap myself in my robe, and step out of the room, quietly saying goodbye to my perfectly untouched bed.

The moment I open the door, my smile opens with it. A.J.’s stepping out of the room next door, and when he sees me, he gives me that little smirk—with the dimple, of course.

“We never agreed on which room…” he starts to explain, but I’m already biting down a wave of jealousy just from seeing him in a tank top, in the hallway, giving the whole world a view of what I want to keep to myself.

At least for tonight.

“Yes, we did. You just forgot,” I say, pulling my door shut and walking over to him. He shakes his head, but lets me lead him back into his room, our hands linked.

When the door clicks shut behind us, I don’t turn around.

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