Jordan gathered her in her arms as Abby’s limbs slotted into place with hers.

They fitted perfectly.

“Morning beautiful.” Jordan had never meant those words so much in her life. “I dreamed about doing this on the yacht, you know?”

Abby frowned. “Doing what?”

“This. Waking up with you. When your mum said you should cook me square sausage for breakfast — which you still need to do, by the way. But when she said it, a thought flashed through my mind of waking up after a night of sex with you. Now my dreams have come true.”

“I’m glad.” Abby rolled onto her back, wincing. “I ache deliciously this morning.” She turned her head. “All because of you.”

Jordan kissed her lips. “What did I do?”

Abby smirked. “What didn’t you?” She sighed. “I’m meant to be on a flight to the Maldives right now. I’m so glad I’m not.”

“I second that,” Jordan replied. “Plus, you don’t have me there to hold your hand, so you couldn’t possibly be on a flight.”

Abby rolled onto her side, fixing Jordan with an intense stare. “I loved that, you know. I knew how much I felt for you even then. You holding my hand on the flight to Cannes made the difference. Marcus didn’t listen to me when I said I didn’t want to go to the Maldives. He wanted to do what honeymooners do.”

Marcus’s face outside the church ran through Jordan’s mind. She was sure he hadn’t woken up so chipper this morning. “You think he’ll still go on honeymoon?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.” Abby sighed. “I’ll message him later. I’ll go and see him soon, too. Explain a bit more if he’ll let me. I still feel bad.”

Jordan reached down and took Abby’s hand in hers. “Me, too. But it was the right thing to do.” She squeezed. “I’ll always be there to hold your hand, okay?” She meant it, too. With every fibre of her being.

Abby nodded. “Okay.”

“And I promise never to take you to the Maldives. If we ever get married, how does a honeymoon in Blackpool sound?”

“It sounds like the perfect location,” Abby replied. “Plus, I know someone who can give us some great recommendations.”

“Can we go on a giant rollercoaster and eat fish and chips on the seafront straight out of the paper?”

Abby’s laughter pierced the air. “I had a lucky escape meeting you.” She gathered all her breath, then let out a high-pitched scream, before covering her face with her hands.

Jordan sat up. “What was that?”

Abby peaked through her fingers. “Just a reaction to my life right now.” She put her weight on one elbow.

Jordan’s gaze was drawn to her breasts. She leaned down and kissed them, before rolling back to admire the view.