Page 45 of I Could Be Yours

I shift my hips. “You are poking me in the stomach.”

He drops his head, lips only inches from mine. But my phone buzzes between us, and his permanent scowl deepens. “Where are you keeping your phone, anyway?”

He loosens his grip, and I remove it from the iron-on pouchattached to the inside of my dress, just above my chest. “I made a pocket since there aren’t a lot of places to keep things in this.”

“Smart.”

My stomach flutters at the compliment. A pocket inside my dress is more resourceful than anything, but coming from Nate, I’ll take it. I open my messages.

“Dred went back to the hotel to read her Swedish thriller because the oonsing was too much,” I tell him.

“What the hell is oonsing?” Nate asks.

“The bass—oonse, oonse, oonse.” I mimic the sound pumping through the speakers.

“Ah, got it.”

Shilpa

Ash and I did the same. My feet are the size of cars.

Lexi

My ankles have no definition and my husband wanted to snuggle. Sorry we bailed.

Rix

Tristan persuaded me to go back to the hotel for some alone time. #sorrynotsorry

Hammer

Hollis is old and it’s his bedtime.

Lavender

We also left. See you in the morning.

Hemi

Dallas and I went for late-night ice cream and I have no regrets.

A private message comes through from my bestie.

Rix

Please tell me you’re still with Nate.

Essie

I’m still with Nate.

Rix

Thank God. I was worried when I saw all the girls were gone.

Essie

Have fun!

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