The Do-Over (The Miles High Club #4)(27)

“My best friend back home. She took some of my clothes out of my packed suitcase and snuck in ho wear.” I hold up the tiny black bikini. “Seriously, what would this even cover?”

He shrugs. “Works for me.”

I screw up my face. “Shut up.” I push my bag back in and march past him into the bathroom, too tired to look for a decent swimming costume for one minute longer.

I put the bikini on and look down at myself.

What the fuck?

This is obscene. I can’t wear this in public.

I hear Kimberly’s voice as she talks to someone. I like her; we clicked last night. I open the cubicle door.

“Hey, Hazy.” She smiles.

“Does this look ridiculous?” I whisper.

“What?”

I hold my arms out. “This bikini, it’s . . .” I widen my eyes as I search for the right word.

“Hot.” She looks me up and down. “Turn around.”

I do a 360.

“Perfect, you could eat cheese off your ass.”

I screw up my face. “That’s not a saying.”

“Yeah, it is. You know, you could eat cheese off her ass.”

“I’ve never heard of that in my life.” I frown. “You want to come to the beach?”

“You going now?”

“Yeah.” I peer down at my boobs as they nearly fall out. I try to stretch the fabric to cover more.

“Okay. Give me five minutes.”

“Meet by the front doors?” I ask her.

“Okay.”

I walk out to see Christopher walking out of the bathrooms at the same time. He looks me up and down, and his eyebrows flick up as if he’s surprised. “Hot . . . Grumps.” He readjusts his dick. “You’ve given me a semi in that bikini.”

I curl my lip in disgust. We begin to walk back to our room. “What is it with you and semi anyway?” I ask.

“What do you mean?” He frowns.

“Semikissed me, semidick . . . you seem to have a lot of semi going on.”

“You couldn’t handle the lot.”

“I wouldn’t want to.” I widen my eyes.

“Good.” He squares his shoulders. “Because you’ll never have the chance.”

“I wouldn’t want it.”

“Good.” We walk into the room, and everyone is ready to go.

“Let’s go.”



The beach is hot, and the ocean is cold.

Perfection.

We lie on our towels, the six of us. We’ve eaten lunch and spent nearly the entire day here. It’s weird. I don’t know these people, but I feel super comfortable already.

“What are everyone’s travel plans?” Bernadette asks.

“Well . . .” I shrug. “My plan is to stay at a central base in each country for a month. That way, I can get a job for a few days a week and travel around for the rest of the time. If I don’t work at least two shifts a week somewhere, I won’t have enough money to stay for the entire twelve months that I want to.”

Christopher sits up, his interest piqued. “Where do you want to go?”

“Well, I started in Spain,” I tell them. “I think I’ll go to Italy next. I want to do Prague. Greece. Switzerland. Germany, maybe?”

“Hmm.” He thinks for a moment. “That sounds like a plan. I’m coming.”

“What?” I frown.

“That actually is a good plan,” Kimberly says. “I need to start working a few days a week too. Mind if I come along?”

I shrug. “I . . . no. Guess not.”

“Yeah, I’m in,” Basil says.

“I’m not being left out,” Bernadette says.

We all look to Bodie. He shrugs. “Can we go to Portugal?”

“I guess.” I shrug. “I’m not set where I go. I just need to work a few days. That’s why I need a base. Totally flexible with where we go.”

Christopher looks between us. “Twelve months . . . twelve countries?”

Everyone smiles as a weird kind of excitement runs between us.

“Deal.”





Chapter 7


The room is silent: just what I need.

After last night’s craziness, it’s good to finally get some rest. The others aren’t back from dinner yet. It’s just Christopher and me.

Turning the page, I try to focus on my book, but I can feel eyes watching. I glance up to see him lying in his bed opposite mine, propped up on one elbow and staring at me.

“What?” I ask.

“I don’t get it.”

My eyes stay on the page. “Get what?”

“How have you only slept with one person?”

“Why would you still be thinking about that?” I shrug. “Drop it, please.”

“After you explain it to me, I’ll never mention it again.”

I raise my eyebrow. “I don’t believe you.”

He smirks. He doesn’t believe that either. “So you lied?”

“No.”

“Then it’s impossible.”

I drop my book, annoyed. “It is completely possible. Not everyone is fucking like rabbits, you know?”