Page 41 of Insta Bride

I held the pen.

Three letters, Seb or Kye.

Seb or Kye.

Kye or Seb.

The buzzer sounded and I still hadn’t written anything on the card.

“Elena?” JP said. “You need to vote. It can’t be that difficult.”

I looked across to Kye who gave me the smile that could dissolve my crochet bikini. I remembered the way he kissed. I remembered the way he touched me.

I remembered the way he made me feel. All the different ways he made me feel.

I closed my eyes, prayed for forgiveness from my future self, and wrote the three letters.

Consequences

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Kye

All eyes looked at me when JP read out the cards.

Each time the other women reclaimed their own partners, the guys fist-pumped and cheered as if they’d won a grand finale. I hadn’t expected any other response from the women. No one was going to put their relationship on the line for a hunch. Yes, in the first couple of days, there had been talk about partner swapping and who’d do what to whom. I’d even made sure my name would be on the top of every other woman’s list.

That was days ago.

By now, we’d all settled into our relationships and I’d written Elena’s name without thinking.

“And now we have our latest lady in love, Elena. Whose name did she write down?” JP might as well have given his own drum roll. “Three letters.”

I still felt confident, even when she tensed, her tiny fists in tight balls at her side.

“Seb.”

Again, all eyes shot to me and I just wanted to look at her. Fuck. Elena wanted to swap me for, Seb?

For the guy she hadn’t kissed, had never gone on walks along the beach with. The guy who—to my knowledge—had never held her in his arms, made love to her, fucked her, or given her more orgasms in one night than she’d probably had in the last year.

I’d worshipped her body.

I’d worshipped her, and she’d fucking written Seb. She wanted to leave me for, Seb?

Knowing that more than just eyeballs were on me, I started with softening my eyes, then unclenching my jaw and fists. I shallow breathed until my shoulders relaxed and the only thing still tight were my abs.

Not trusting my reaction when I saw her, I turned towards the ocean. Allowing each crashing wave to calm me when all I wanted to see was her regret. She’d fucked up. She wanted me. Her body couldn’t lie.

“As for our final couple, Seb and Sami, how did you vote?” JP opened Sami’s card and showed the group, Seb.

“So, Seb, it seems two ladies want to take you home to meet their mother. Shall we see how Seb voted?”

Now I couldn’t not look at Elena’s face. I looked at her, she looked at Seb. As for Seb, he was counting his own toes. Did he regret it? Fuck. I could almost hear the commercial break when this scene aired and knew this moment would make me look like a fucking idiot—no matter what Seb wrote.