Fred’s POV
"On this honeymoon?" I murmured.
"Absolutely."
Her voice was warm, like she’d been saving that word for me alone. I couldn’t help but grin. The sunlight spilled in through the gauzy curtains of our cabana, catching on the curve of her shoulder as she leaned back against the cushions.
The ocean was only a short walk away, but I didn’t feel any pull to leave. I had everything I wanted right here.
Leyla’s fingers traced the rim of her cocktail glass, slow and lazy, like she knew I was watching.
She tilted her head, catching my gaze with that half-smile that made it impossible to look anywhere else.
I shifted on the cushioned lounger, stretching my legs out, pretending I wasn’t completely distracted.
"You’re thinking about something," she said, her eyes narrowing just sli
