Ethan's POV
"You know," I said after a moment, adjusting my grip on the steering wheel, "as much as I'd love to try everything on our lists, we might need more than just one weekend."
Stella's fingers traced lazy circles on my thigh. "Oh? Is someone getting performance anxiety?"
"I'm just being realistic. Between the group activities, beach time, and actually sleeping—"
"Sleeping?" She arched an eyebrow. "Who said anything about sleeping?"
"You're insatiable." I laughed, catching her hand before it could wander higher. "But seriously, we've got six fantasies and what, three nights?"
"Math was never my strong suit," she purred, "but I bet we could squeeze in at least two per night. Maybe three if we're creative."
"And what about actually enjoying the beach? Our friends?"
"Fine, fine
