Bree woke up in Trent’s arms, but nothing had happened once they’d gotten to her hotel room. For that matter, nothing had happened on the beach either. Well, that wasn’t quite true. There’d been a lot of kissing, a lot of touching, but they hadn’t gone all the way. That was okay with Bree, though. She loved Trent, but she thought he was right to take things slow. He’d obviously just gotten out of a long term relationship, and she was making the mental adjustment to thinking they’d never be together to realizing he was hers now.
“Hey, beautiful,” Trent said, his eyes meeting hers. “How are you?” He brushed a lock of strawberry-blonde hair away from her face. Bree had taken a shower when they’d come back to her room the night before while Trent went to his room to get a few things and also take a shower. They’d both been covered in sand. It had been well worth it, though.
“I’m great. How are you?” she asked, leaning up to kiss him.
