Eden’s POV

“Come on,” I plead, trying to escape both of their roaming, wandering hands. “It’s going to be cold and—and what if a boat passes by and they—they will see—”

“They’re in for a show,” Dante breathes into my neck and shoulder.

I melt at his many, pecking kisses there. “Agh, that’s not fair. You know I love that.”

“I also know you love a lot of things, baby,” Ryder hums, pushing my dress upwards and dragging ...