Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I laugh now, too.
Right.
Of course.
We both laugh until our stomachs hurt, and I shove his shoulder. “God, you made that seem so much worse than it was.”
He grunts. “Me? You fuckin’ assumed we were all sharin’ each other’s juices.”
I giggle. “Yuck.”
“Fuckin’ yuck alright. Besides, they can wash in the ocean. Salt kills everything.”
I scrunch my nose. “That’s just plain nasty.”
“Better than the alternative.”
I roll my eyes and look back to see Eve grinning at me. She gives me a thumbs up. I look to Adan and see he’s watching us with a hard expression on his face. I look away before he can see anything in mine.
This should be fun.
God, it’s going to be a long few days if that tension doesn’t die down.
I hope this island has miles and miles of land for me to disappear into it.
At least then I can avoid them at any cost.
I don’t think I can face him and Lorelei sunbathing together, kissing and candoodling around like they’re the cutest fucking couple here.
I look to Remy and he winks at me. “Trust me, woman. He wants you.”
I snort. “Be quiet, Remy.”
He grins.
I grin.
At least I have him here.
Thank god for that.
“WHAT THE HELL,” I SCREECH, slamming the tent down onto the ground, the sticky fabric practically gluing itself to my skin as I try, very hard, to get it off me.
I can’t put this dumb thing up. Who even came up with such a terrible idea? Everyone else is effortlessly putting their tents up but me, oh me, I’m here refusing help and screaming the place down as each time I try to push a pole through, it pops out the other side and the whole thing collapses.
What deranged person ever thought camping would be fun? What’s fun about it? Nothing, that’s what. Not a single damned thing. You have to sleep on the hard floor, you get bitten by bugs, there is sand in places sand shouldn’t be and you can’t even shower. Don’t get me started on the toileting part of the whole ordeal. I will not dig a hole. No, I am not an animal. I’d rather be constipated for five days then to squat over a hole in the ground.
No.
Thank.
You.
“What’s wrong with you, stupid tent?” I bellow, throwing a pole across the soft sand until it lands like a spear a few feet away. “Why can’t you just do as I’m asking you?”
“Do you need help, honey?” Eve calls.
“No,” I snap. “No, I do not. A stupid tent won’t beat me.”
I angrily go and snatch up my pole and try again. My curses continue to flow freely, and more than one person is laughing at me. I’ve stomped, sworn, thrown the tent on the ground, rolled it up, unrolled it and swore I’d sleep on the damned ground. I’m midway through trying to put it up for the hundredth time when Adan comes over and starts helping me.
“I don’t need help,” I mutter.
“I’m helpin’.”
His voice is gruff and it makes me feel all that much more stupid, because, really, he hasn’t said a damned word to me since I confessed what I confessed and that makes me feel stupid, mostly because I know he’s likely wondering how the hell he can be around me now, knowing I feel a certain way about him and he doesn’t feel it in return. God, the very least he could do is put me out of my misery.
“You and Remy look cozy,” he says, hammering a peg into the ground.
I look in his direction. “And?”
“And I didn’t think he was your type.”
“Anyone is my type right now,” I mumble. “Can we just get this done, it’s bad enough as it is.”
“I don’t ...”
He starts speaking but I cut him off by putting my hand up. “I don’t need your explanation, okay. I get it. It’s fine. Can we just get through this?”
He stares at me and once again, he’s cut off when Lorelei comes over and helps us. “This is so nice, isn’t it?” she says happily.
Why is she so happy? What is there to be happy about? I bet her vagina doesn’t get sand in it.
“Yeah, it’s good. Don’t you think, Ramona?” Adan asks me.
Don’t try and be nice now, buddy
“It is nice,” I answer.
I mean, I do have to admit, this island is beautiful. White sandy beaches, thick jungle, high cliffs, and gorgeous blue ocean. There is no one for miles and we have this section all to ourselves. It’s super nice, and I can’t wait to get into that water.
We all needed this break, no doubt about it.
Things have been nothing short of crazy back home, and we all needed the space to clear our heads and think. I needed to get as far away from Devin as I could, because god knows I didn’t need to be around that drama for another second.