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“I raided the minibar,” he says.
I grin. “That’ll cost you a fortune.”
“It’ll be worth it,” he responds and hands me one of the small rum bottles. “There’s a chaser, too. Let me grab it.”
“Your bungalow really comes with all the bells and whistles, huh?”
“Yes. Do you want two hundred rose petals, too?”
I laugh. “No, thanks, I’m good.”
“I figured.”
I sit down on the edge of his pool and sink my feet into the water. So this is bungalow twelve.
He lowers onto the other edge of the pool, directly across from me. There’s something so composed about him that it’s just shy of intimidating. Like even when he’s relaxed, he’s still guarded, watching his words and his actions.
I lean back on my hands and look up at the heavens. It’s dark, but not all the stars have come out quite yet. I can’t wait for them to illuminate the sky again. It’s a wonderful sight.
“Can you believe we’ve already been here more than a week?” he says.
I raise my small bottle of rum. “To surviving half of our honeymoons.”
His eyebrows draw together, but he raises his own bottle. “To our first week,” he says.
We make it through two full mini-bottles each, sitting beneath the sky, with our feet dangling in his private pool. “I don’t understand your ex,” I say. “If I was her, I would have fought tooth and nail for this vacation.”
“Mh-mmm. But you’renother,” he says. “And a vacation like this isn’t a big thing to her.”
I frown. “Not a big thing?”
“No, she’s…” he shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. We wouldn’t have gone on a vacation together after the way things went down.”
“How did they godown?” I ask. “I mean, if you want to talk about it. It can be therapeutic.”
Phillip runs a hand along his jaw. He’s quiet for a long moment, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped. If he’s going to tell me off.
But then, he looks over at me. “We changed our minds last moment.”
“Oh,” I breathe. “That’s… intense.”
He chuckles, but the sound isn’t humorless. “Yeah.”
Silence falls between us again, and I’m burning with questions. I want to know more. It’s hard to picture him in a relationship. Him with someone… else.
I clear my throat. “I didn’t see it coming, with my relationship. Did you?”
His eyes feel unusually heavy on mine. “I should’ve,” he finally says. “We lived very different lives.”
“Was it enough for you?”
He turns the bottle over in his hands, and it looks tiny in comparison. “I thought so at the time. We weren’t a couple for as long as you and your dipshit.”
I stare at him for a second before chuckling. “Dipshit?”
“He’ll never be anything else,” Phillip says. There’s a curve to his lips, but his voice is serious.
“It does make you rethink things. Like, you see the relationship differently. In the beginning, I only thought of things I missed… but now, the list of things I’m glad to be rid of is so much longer,” I say.
