Page 119 of Sin With Me

I knew he'd be good atphysical activities, but it's so much more than that. When feelings this intense are involved, it makes everything he does ten times better.

The way my heart races when he kisses me and how butterflies invade my stomach whenever he touches me tells me I'm insooodeep. Being down bad doesn't even scratch the surface of what I'm feeling because I've never felt this before.

And now I'm the one who's scared of losing it.

Because it feels too good to be true.

Wilder's breakfast spread is a nice surprise, but then we fight with the espresso maker that neither of us can seem to figure out. Instead of messing with it and breaking it, Wilder texts his cousin and a girl shows up with two coffees.

"Hi!" She beams when she enters the cabin. "I'm Bellamy Langston. You must be Delilah."

Ah…one of Wilder's cousins.

"Yes I am. Thank you for bringin' these." I beam when she sets them down on the table.

She holds out her hand to shake mine. "My pleasure. Those machines can be tricky. Let me show ya how to use it."

Wilder's in the shower so it's just me and her, but after a few minutes, I'm impressed with how quickly she got it to work.

"I'll give it a try tomorrow so we don't have to bother ya again," I say, hoping I can remember everything she showed me.

"Oh, it's no problem. This is my job. You'd be surprised how many times I walk in on half-naked couples." She purses her lips. "It's actually quite awkward."

"Hey, Bellamy!" Wilder calls from the hallway, walking toward her in only a towel.

"Yep, like that," she mutters.

I snort, shaking my head. Water drips down his hair and chest, making every inch look edible.

"Hey, how's the honeymoon goin' so far?"

"Great..." He smirks, waggling his brows at me. "We're gettin' a couple massages soon."

"Oh you're gonna love that. Pedro and Felipe are literal Gods and their hands are magic." She sighs, grinning. "Employees get free massages once a month and you better believe I request one of them every time."

"’Cuse me?" Wilder crosses his arms. "You have no female massage therapists?"

"Well sure we do, but they're not workin' today."

"Looks like we're gonna have to cancel."

"Wilder!" I scold, rolling my eyes at him.

"He's jokin'," I tell her.

"No, he's not," Wilder mimics.

"So did you like...marry him on purpose?" Bellamy jerks her head toward him.

"Drunk in Vegas..." I confirm.

"Ahh." She nods. "That makes sense."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Wilder grabs one of the coffees and takes a sip.

"She's too hot for you," Bellamy says bluntly. "Way outta your league."

My face heats, and I grab the other cup to hide the blush covering my cheeks.