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Become a mom.

Show my family the world.

I can’t help but smirk at the thought of it all. As much as I have an aversion to bucket lists (my parents have made the idea of it a bit of a sore spot for me), I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having fun with it. I can’t give it back to her, not just yet, but that doesn’t mean we can’t cross things off.

Chapter 29

Scarlett

Who does this man think he is? Seriously? Where does he get off getting me off in a dressing room while I’m wearing a bikini that I never wanted to wear? A bikini I would never choose for myself because it is, in fact, a bikini! A bikini that actually looks really, really freaking good on me? For real. Who does Morgan Bale think he is?

As I think back on whatever the hell happened at that shop, I am fuming. But I can’t deny how hot it was. I also can’t deny that it does in fact look good on me, which is wild to me. It makes me think of my long-lost bucket list.

If I knew where it was, I’d be crossing something off that I never actually thought I’d cross off. It was a hope. An ambition written out of self-love that I internally struggled with for over half my life. And then, in walks Morgan Freaking Bale, all hot-headed and bothered over my insecurity as if it’s a reflection of him, making me hot and bothered but in a different way. Then, he proceeds to finger-fuck me into submission, not just sexually but into agreeing to buy the suit.

Again. Who does this man think he is?!

An impressive man, that’s who, I tell myself as we drive back to the resort. A man I never saw myself even liking, and yet I might just be falling for him. Truly falling. What even is my life right now?

I’m deep-diving into my own brain when I realize that we are headed away from the shopping strip but not in the direction of the hotel. In fact, we are heading further into the local village in the direction of the beach.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Swimming,” he says. “Like the fans requisition.”

I blink. “Okay…but isn’t the hotel behind us?” I ask.

“It is.” He nods, and I look up at Seb, who is minding his own business but clearly in on whatever shenanigans are in place.

“So…” I trail off.

“We aren’t going swimming at the hotel,” he states. “Donovan messaged me that they didn’t get the pH levels right when they cleaned it last night, and it’s going to be closed for the rest of the day. So, in the meantime, I’ve made other plans.”

“The beach?” I ask, and Morgan just smirks.

“Something like that.”

It isn’t until we have driven for about an hour and Seb parks the car that I have any idea where we are going. Actually, after he parks, Morgan stays quiet, though there is a smirk playing on his lips, as we trek for about 15 minutes before I truly see the destination. And a dream destination it is.

“Where are we?” I ask in awe as I overlook the small, hidden cove. It’s a pool of water with only a handful of locals swimming and wading. There’s even a waterfall people are jumping from.

“Sol de Mayo,” he answers as I continue to sweep my eyes over it. Meanwhile, my heart feels like it’s filling up to the brim with sunshine.

“How did you find it?” I ask. Because honestly, this is something I would find. This entire cove is exactly the kind of place I would go instead of a commercial beach or a crowded resort pool. This is me.

“I researched,” he says.

“Because you knew I wasn’t in love with the idea of wearing a swimsuit at a pool where everyone wants to take my picture?” I ask, and I am slightly surprised when Morgan pulls me against him and wraps his arms around me.

“Because I knew you’d rather go off the beaten path. You’d rather go where the locals are. In their culture. Away from everything and yet close to what matters,” he says, and I pull my eyes away from the view for a moment to look up at him.

I don’t know when the switch happened. But somewhere along the way, another side of Morgan has emerged from deep inside him. A part of him that I get the feeling has been dormant for a very long time. It’s subtle, soft, and yet overwhelming in this moment.

So I kiss him.

It’s the first time a kiss has been initiated by me and yet, I can’t help it. Somehow this man is managing to fulfill my bucket list without even knowing it exists. And as a believer in fate and stars aligning and everything else cosmic, I can’t help but believe there is a reason that we are where we are. Here. In this place. In this moment. Together.

After that, he sheds down to his boxer briefs, something I never imagined him doing before. And I tug my clothes off too, still sporting the red bikini underneath. And you know what? I honestly love it. It’s sexy and flashy and everything I ever wanted a bathing suit to be. A bikini to be. Who would have thought? I don’t hate it.