Page 186 of My Only

He pulled out his phone, tapping away.

I squinted. “You’re driving me crazy with the suspense, baby.”

We stood in the lot, surrounded by other luxury RVs—each one just as beautiful as the one we’d spent the past week in, calling it home.

Hassani tucked his phone into his back pocket.

“Car will be here in ten minutes,” he informed me. “You wanna wait inside?”

I gave him a pointed look.

“I wanna…” I said, mimicking his voice dramatically.

Hassani burst out laughing.

“…know what the hell is going on.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me in. “I’m flying you out.”

My brows shot up. “Wait, what?”

“Remember when I told you Bryant said I could take two weeks off?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well,” he started, “we just spent the first week on a road trip… now we’re gonna spend the next week somewhere very familiar.”

I gasped so hard my ears rang. “What?! Where?!”

Hassani just grinned. “Somewhere very familiar.”

I clutched my chest. “Oh my God, Hassani! Just tell me where we’re going.”

He tucked his lips into his mouth and shook his head. All I could do was laugh.

Last year, we hadn’t gone on our annual summer trip.

This year, I worried it would be the same.

But now…

First, he took me on a road trip. And now we were flying out to… somewhere familiar?!

I was beside myself.

Where on earth was this somewhere familiar?

For the next few minutes, as we waited for our black car, I peppered him with questions.

“Is it somewhere warm?”

“Of course.”

“By a beach?”

“Definitely by a beach.” He smirked. “That’s why I told you to pack swimsuits.”

My stomach fluttered. “I totally forgot about that! I thought it was a little weird when you told me to pack swimsuits for a road trip, but I just rolled with it.”

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