Theo's POV
Amanda arched beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I drove into her one last time. She cried out—loud, unrestrained, the way Isla never was—and I felt that familiar surge of satisfaction.
This. This was what I needed.
"God, Theo," Amanda gasped, her chest heaving. "You're incredible."
I rolled off her, reaching for my phone on the nightstand. 11:47 AM. The yacht party started at six tonight. Plenty of time.
Amanda pressed against my side, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. "Stay a little longer?"
"Can't." I kissed the top of her head absently. "Big day today."
Her body went rigid. "Right. Your anniversary."
I sat up, reaching for my pants.
"Theo. How much longer do I have to wait?"
I turned to look at her. She was beautiful, I'd give her that. All
