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“What do you mean, act like tourists?”

“You know, when we were young, we always said we wanted to travel. So, let’s make North Carolina our first destination.”

“When I said I wanted to travel, Wyatt, I meant I wanted to go to Italy and France and Greece and Cypress and Portugal, not North Carolina. North Carolina doesn’t feel like an adventure.”

“Leave it to me. I’ll make an adventure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. We’ll have fun.”

“Sure, Wyatt we’ll have fun.”

I looked at his handsome face, and for a moment, all I could think about was a different kind of fun. Maybe he was thinking the same thing because his eyes twinkled.

“You need to get your mind out of the gutter. You know that, right, Sadie?”

“What are you talking about?” I said innocently.

“You know what I’m talking about.” He laughed. “You’re thinking about my lips on your lips.”

“Wyatt, you’re obsessed with that kiss.”

“Am I? Or are you?”

“You know what? I’m watching a movie,” I said and closed my eyes.

Wyatt laughed. “You can’t watch a movie with your eyes closed.”

I opened them. “I mean, I’m going to sleep.”

“I’ve got you all befuddled, don’t I?”

“You’ve got me something, Wyatt Hamilton. You’ve got me something.”

When we checked into our hotel room in Raleigh, I was relieved to see that there were two full-size beds. I’d been wondering if he might have gotten one king-size bed. I mean, we were used to sleeping together, but we hadn’t slept in the same bed since everything had gone down, and I wasn’t sure that I could deal with that familiarity right now. Not when things were still quite awkward between us.

“So I figured we could go and get a drink.” Wyatt opened up his suitcase. “You ready?”

“Can I wash my face and put on some fresh make-up and maybe change?”

“Typical girl,” he grumbled.

“Yes, Wyatt. I am a woman. That’s why you kissed me.”

“So you don’t think I would’ve kissed you if you were a man?”

“I don’t know, Wyatt. Would you have kissed me if I was a man?”

“I don’t know. Maybe if you looked as hot as you do now.”

“Wyatt Hamilton, really?”

“What?” He stepped closer to me. “You don’t like to hear that you’re hot?”

“I think you’re a weirdo.”

“What? I’m just happy to be alive. I’m happy that we’re here. Don’t you understand how big this is for me?”

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