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“Yes, Kye?” she teased.
“Make them understand.”
“What?”
“That you want to stay.”
“But do I?” Elena had never been more beautiful, standing strong in the sunlight.
“Worst case, we go home on the same plane and I have seven hours of travelling together to make you change your mind.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
I could kiss that beautiful smirk off her face. I could bite those lips; I could ravage her mouth—
I could stand still and do nothing, or give her something to remember me by.
She tasted—perfect.
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He thinks he wants a family, but sources tell me he was looking forward to making his own. Our single mum has made it clear she’s looking for a sugar daddy as well as her children’s next step daddy. Will she whisper sweet nothings, or will she find out he’s got nothing in the bank except love?
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Elena
“Today is Ladies’ Choice,” JP announced to the remaining five couples lined up on the beach.
“Mmmm,” Kye whispered in my ear, “I’m up for whatever this lady chooses to have me do to her.”
“Would you stop it,” I giggled. Kye had barely left my side the last two days and if he didn’t back the hell down, I’d end up becoming the president of his fan club.
I couldn’t believe Seb hadn’t gotten rid of Sami by now, but I doubted they’d make it to Christmas. Georgia and Kenzie weren’t going to let anything come between them and stardom—even unwilling partners. Although, by now, I figured Harris and Benjamin deserved the women they had.
Tony and Staci had kept out of the drama, preferring to bask in the mega love story that bands wrote songs about. Privately, Randi and I had bets on them being married with babies on the way within a year.
Dawson and Randi had seemed like the perfect couple, until a joke had gotten out of hand last night. Dawson hadn’t felt the need to apologize and Randi, to her credit, decided she deserved respect more than fame. She’d spent the night in my bed while Kye slept on the couch, before catching a ride back to the mainland this morning.
Of the five couples left, Kye and I remained the most unlikely to succeed.
This morning, I was the only woman wearing a shift over a bikini. Pale green over white. After two weeks of sun, my natural tan had never looked better. Kye looked his usual bed-swept self. Messy hair, board shorts and glistening naked chest. “During your tent diary interviews, each of you were asked to describe your perfect romantic date. If you could have anything, how would you want to spend one day with your partner.”
One by one, each couple were introduced to their date. With Kye nervously twitching beside me, I whisper-teased, “If it was a perfect day, would you even be there?”
“Babe, it’s not even a party without me.”
Sami, Kenzie and Georgia had put the same amount of thought into their perfect dates—how it would be edited for television. Staci had planned a romantic boat ride to around the other side of the island where a couples massage and romantic picnic would await.
I had no intention of taking Kye sky diving or having a bath together while Australia watched. If anything, I wanted us active, not giving me time to think about how much—
I wanted to feel him again. Not just lying next to him in bed with ice between us. I wanted to believe the chemistry between us hadn’t been conjured up for television.
“A hike?” Kye repeated when JP announced my choice of date to the spontaneous sniggers from the other women. I understood. None of the other women would dare do anything that could ruin their makeup or build up a sweat.
“A half day hike, think you’re up for it?”