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difference was so stark it almost
confused me.
    When he pulled out, I missed him. I missed the sensation of
fullness. I missed his heat and weight resting on top of me. I missed the smell
of his skin, his sweet breath.
    Still breathing a little heavily, he unfastened the cuffs
and lay next to me. He pulled me to him, my body curving along his side.
    I rested for a moment before cracking open my eyelids to
sneak a peek. He was so beautiful. Feeling shy, I lightly traced a line cutting
across his abdominals.
    He blinked open his eyes, smiled. My breath caught in my
throat.
    How rarely I saw that smile. It was directed at me.
    Was it silly to wonder if he smiled that way for anyone
else?
    Even more, was it foolish to wonder if he would always smile
like that for me? Only for me?
     

Chapter 3
    Twenty minutes later we were back on the deck, watching the
boat drift closer to a dock jutting out from land. A building sat up on a hill,
not far from the white sand beach stretching out from the shore. The building
was white stucco and glimmering glass. There were lush plants and brilliantly
hued flowers all around it. Breathtaking.
    I stood at Shane’s side, holding the railing as the boat
bobbed gently in the water. I inhaled deeply, pulling in the sweet and salty
scent of the ocean and tropical plants. The sun was warming my skin. It was a
glorious feeling, being in such a beautiful place. But it paled in comparison
to the feeling of being with Shane, of having his arm brush against mine. Of
having the taste of his kisses linger on my lips.
    “What do you think?” he asked.
    “It’s too beautiful for words. Do you come here often?”
    “As often as I can.”
    I inhaled deeply, trying to taste the sea air and memorize
its scent. “I can’t imagine living that way, being able to just jump in a plane
and wing off to paradise whenever you want.”
    “You should imagine it.”
    Swiveling, I looked at him. “What do you mean by that?”
    “I learned something a long time ago.” He was facing the
water, sunlight glistening in his silky hair, the sea breeze playing havoc with
the curls. “If I was going to be successful, in life, in business, I had to
first know what I wanted. And then I had to have the courage to take it.”
    “Take?” I echoed as I inched closer, leaning so my arm
didn’t just occasionally brush against his, it was pressed against it. Was it
weird that I wanted to be so near him all the time? That I craved a touch, any
touch, constantly? That I held onto his every word?
    “Yes, take ,” he enunciated. “You have to believe you
deserve what you want, that it’s yours. That’s the most important part of it
all. If you don’t believe you deserve it, if you wait for someone to hand what
you want to you, then you’ll be waiting your whole life for things to happen,
and they won’t.”
    It was an interesting philosophy. I wasn’t sure I agreed
with him. “I think I understand.”
    Turning, he faced me. His gaze locked to mine. “What do you
want, Bristol?”
    “I want…” I couldn’t answer that question, outside of saying
I wanted him to make love to me again. To hold me for hours. To kiss me until I
melted. I realized right then and there that I had gone my whole life not
knowing what I wanted in life, not professionally, not personally. Not long
term. I lived day to day, looking no further ahead than tomorrow. “I guess I
don’t know.”
    “You don’t know what you want. That’s what you need to
figure out. Then you need to tell yourself you not only deserve to have it, but
you are going to have it.”
    “Sounds like something I’d hear on an infomercial.”
    He chuckled. “I can’t argue with that. But it does work.” He
smoothed his hands down my arms. “I’ve known you since you were a child. Your
mother and I were good friends. And now, since we’ve had some time to spend
together, I’ve come to care even more about you. I want the best for you, Bristol. I want you to have