Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.

Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.

He stands confidently in his hot pink mankini. When I told him it was the only suit left, he literally shrugged and put it on. Tan skin, ripped abs and stylish wayfarers- he instantly looked cool even wearing that damn thing. And the girls playing water volleyball even gawked at his ass.

I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect.

I can't help but laugh into my next sip of water. For the first time, mine doesn't seem so bad.'I don't know why you're fucking laughing. You have a girl's name and no middle name.