“Behave, Terrence. They might come back and see us,” I whispered, lightly pushing against his chest. His palms were still warm and firm around my waist, like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

He exhaled slowly before speaking, his voice low and edged with seriousness. “I brought you here for our honeymoon, Evie.” The word honeymoon carried a deliberate weight as if he wanted to remind me exactly what this trip meant for us.

“I know,” I answered quickly, trying to ...