“No, we remember our vows just fine.”
He smiles.
Kai’s eyes cut to Westcott who has been firing off photos of us from the deck. He’s not a professional photographer, but I figure the fewer people we could involve in this the better. Especially since I haven’t decided if I want to announce our marriage or not. Not after how Dallas reacted. I don’t know if it will help to pretend we are married. It doesn’t hurt to have options though.
A wave crashes next to us, spitting drops of water onto our skin.
Kai tenses and tries to pull away, but I hold her hands firmer in mine.
“You two make a cute couple,” Justin says.
“Thanks. I think we got all the pictures we need. You are welcome to go.”
Justin frowns shaking his head. “I think you are forgetting one important picture.”
Kai and I both turn to him with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Kai asks.
“You got a picture of you walking together, holding each other, pretending to say your vows. I’m sure you’ll get pictures of the ring you gave her. But none of that matters without the kiss.”
Kiss.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I say. “We remember our first kiss without a picture to remind us.” These pictures are just to prove that we were married. Something I can show to people, display in my office, put online as proof.
Kai turns back to me trembling slightly. “Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Kiss me, my husband.”
I don’t care that Justin is still watching us, I let the shock read all over my face.
Why does she want me to kiss her?
We have had an attraction to each other since the moment I met her in the bar. And it came back as quickly when she came back to me in Surrender, after spending years apart.
But she hates me—I want her to hate me. Because as much as I want her, I don’t deserve her.
It’s just a kiss. I’ve kissed her before. It’s innocent enough. It’s her motives I don’t understand. Why does she want me to kiss her?
“Enzo.”
I freeze.
I can’t.
She can see it on my face—which for some reason makes her light up more.
“Thank you, Justin,” she says.
He nods to us both. “Best of luck.”
He heads back up the beach.
“Ready to head back?” I ask.
She laughs. “No.”