I know she is talking about herself and Flynn, but it has me thinking that she might mean Forrest too. That’s not possible. I mean, I know he likes me, and I can’t deny there is some strong pull toward him, but love is totally out of the question. That’s not what we agreed to.

He is my man of many one-night stands. That’s what he said.

That’s a casual fling, you know, almost like a friend-with-benefits thing, although half the time, I wasn’t sure if we were even friends.

I sit up straight again, and I know that Forrest has noticed my reaction. Taking my hand, he squeezes it hard enough to get my attention, but I don’t want to look at him right now.

The drive back to the villa is full of Flynn and Felisha talking, with Forrest joining in, but I don’t say much. I can’t, as my mind is racing too fast to make any sense.

As we get close to the villa, Forrest dips his head down next to my ear and whispers ever so quietly. “Stop panicking.” His words aren’t soft, instead coarse and demanding. And I try my hardest to listen, but my mind has a different idea.

By the time we pull up in front of the villa and the small van the others are in is behind us, I want just to get out of the car and be on my own for a few minutes to breathe.

But there is no way Forrest is letting go of my hand. It’s like there is superglue between us.

“Call the pilot and tell him to delay the flight by thirty minutes,” Forrest grumbles to Flynn, and his brother doesn’t even ask any questions, just nods at him that he understands.

Being dragged through the villa annoys me. I’ve gone from feeling unstable to agitated, and we all know that is never a good emotion between Forrest and me.

“Stop walking so fast,” I complain, but he isn’t listening. Climbing the stairs is going to be fun at this rate. I try to pull my hand from his. Just as we are about to go up the first step, he drops my hand, but before I can move or say a word, he bends and throws me over his shoulder. My squeal echoes through the place, but it doesn’t seem like anyone else is inside yet to hear it.

“Forrest. Put me down!” I yell at him.

“No,” he growls as he stomps up the stairs.

And before I can argue back, we are through the door, and he throws me onto the bed. My arms and legs fly into the air, and my body bounces up again as I hit the mattress. But there is no time to do anything before Forrest is over top of me and pinning me to the bed with his body.