“I like it. I like your style. I like everything about you. And I really liked the way you held yourself together for the sake of your friends. No matter the shitty place you’re in, you genuinely wanted to be present for them. I like that.”

“You’re a really nice guy, Becks.” Affection…desire…just so much emotion crashed over her, and she tugged on his hand, making him stop. Standing up on her toes, she pressed a kiss on his cheek.

Only, he shifted at just the right moment for their mouths to meet. The brush of lips made him inhale sharply.

He smelled so delicious—a hint of salty ocean air, the remnants of a coconut sunscreen. She wanted her hands all over him. “Becks?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a minibar in your hotel room?”

A noise…a hum…no, a vibration. Coco fought to awaken.

My phone.

Too sluggish to move, she willed herself to rise through the levels of consciousness.

Where am I? Her dorm? No, her mattress didn’t feel like this one. Her sheets didn’t smell like these.

Wait, school’s over.

I’m home.

Keith.

Yes. Finally. The dick. She was going to rip him a new one.

When her eyelids popped open, two things happened. One, a shaft of artificial light blinked from the gap between the curtains and, two, someone shanked her skull with a blade.

Her phone was still vibrating, though, so she reached for it. But it wasn’t where she usually kept it.

To find it, she’d have to lift her head. God, no. No, no, no.

For a moment, she let herself wallow in the absolute torture of the worst hangover she’d ever experienced. Gazing at the ceiling, she blinked the sleep from her eyes.

Hang on a sec. This is a hotel.

Reality seeped in. Keith had ghosted her. She’d flown to Vegas for Gigi’s concert.

Something bristled against her bare leg, and she jerked it away. What the hell? Slowly, so her brains wouldn’t slosh around, she turned to find a man sprawled out beside her.

On top of the sheets.

Buck naked.

Tan skin, broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist, and round ass cheeks with matching, deep indents.

Holy shit!

She’d had sex.

With Becks.

Her eyelids fluttered shut. Oh, for the love of God.

What are you doing with your life?

She’d never had a hookup in her life. Always the serious one, her dad liked to say.

But then…images started to roll in. Laughing so hard on the roller coaster tears had streamed down her cheeks. Making faces at the sharks in the glass tunnel of the aquarium.

Making out like high school kids in the elevator.