Lauren stretched, blinking against the soft morning light streaming into their overwater villa.
The sound of gentle waves lapping against the stilts beneath them was almost hypnotic. Peaceful. Perfect.
And then—
“I’m not leaving.”
Lauren groaned, rolling over to find Larry sprawled dramatically across the bed, arms flung out like he was staging a protest.
“Larry.”
“No.” He cracked one eye open. “I refuse. You’ll have to drag me onto that plane.”
She smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”
He sighed loudly, shifting onto his side to face her. “But why would we ever leave? Look at this place.” He gestured vaguely towards the open balcony doors, where the crystal-clear ocean stretched endlessly. “We could just... stay.”
Lauren rolled her eyes, sitting up. “And how would we survive, exactly?”
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