Chapter Twenty-Six

SCOTTIE

“Morning,” Wilder says as he kisses my shoulder, stirring me awake.

I peep my eyes open and look around, taking in our cabin and the lovemaking minibar on the counter.

“How did we get here?” I ask as I turn over, feeling Wilder’s hand cross over my stomach.

“I carried you back to the cabin,” he says, his thumb caressing my skin.

“You did?” I ask, surprised. “Wait…did I pass out last night?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, Pips. You did. I had other plans when we got out of the water, but you changed those plans the moment you closed your eyes and started sleeping on my shoulder. I didn’t have it in me to wake you up, so I brought you back here.”

“Ugh, I’m sorry. Wine does that to me.”

“It’s fine.” He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Breakfast was delivered to us this morning.”

I lift up and spot a tray on the table near the window. “What time is it?”

“Nine.”

“What?” My eyes shoot open. “Seriously?”

“Yes.” He chuckles. “That wine really conked you out. I made a note to never give you wine ever again.”

“Are we missing anything?”

Wilder shakes his head. “Sanders left us a note that said to take our time this morning and reemerge when we’re ready. Which means we won’t be ready until dinner.” He wiggles his brows, and I push at his forehead, laughing.

I roll away from him, surprised he doesn’t grab me and pull me back into bed. I find his shirt on the ground, so I put it over my head. When I turn around to look at him, he has a disgruntled look on his face.

“Uh, was kind of hoping for a naked breakfast this morning.”

“You can be naked,” I say. “But I can’t possibly sit there naked and eat a meal. Having my boobs out in the open like that while having a casual conversation is not ideal.”

“Really? Because it’s ideal for me.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat at the table. Wilder grumbles and slips on a pair of shorts before joining me.

Today, it’s a make-your-own yogurt parfait, so I start by scooping some yogurt into my bowl, adding berries, granola, some chia seeds, and then a drizzle of honey on top. I cross one leg over the other and then pick up a spoon and start eating as I look over at Wilder, who hasn’t moved. He’s just staring at me.

“What?” I ask.

He slightly tilts his head to the side and says, “You’re beautiful, Scottie.”

I can’t hold back my smile as I look down at my yogurt. “Um, thank you.”

“I’m serious.”

This time, I look him in the eyes and say, “I know you are.”