Ethan's POV
We spent the next hour alternating between packing and stealing kisses. I'd fold a shirt, and Stella would press her lips to mine. I'd add a pair of shoes, and Hannah would pull me in for a lingering kiss that left me dizzy.
"You need more sunscreen," Hannah said, tossing a bottle into the suitcase. "Your pale ass will burn to a crisp."
"My ass isn't pale," I protested.
Stella snorted. "It's practically translucent."
"You two would know," I replied with a grin.
"Yes, we would," Hannah said, smacking said ass as she walked past me to grab more toiletries.
By some miracle, we managed to get everything packed just as my phone buzzed with a text from the driver: "Arrived. Waiting downstairs."
"Perfect timing," I said, zipping up the suitcase. "My ride's here."
Stella's fac
