Page 41 of More Than Just Friends

As for one thing that I loved? That was a tough one, but again, in the interest of diplomacy, I’d said it was the fact that he’d given me the aisle seat. I left out the part that he’d refused twice before.

I only had a handful of pictures with Adonis in them from Sunday, but I’d taken more earlier this afternoon.

The jury was still out on my song choice and responses for today, but I was sure I’d think of something later.

First, I wanted to see my sister.

As soon as I got to the hotel’s grand terrace, I spotted Sammie and raced over.

‘Hey, sis!’ I threw my arms around her. ‘So good to see you!’

‘You too! Santorini agrees with you. You’re looking good.’

‘Thanks!’

‘So, how’s it going with your match?’ Sammie asked. ‘You happy with him?’

‘Yeah!’ I said quickly. ‘He’s everything I asked for and more!’

My gaze shifted to the floor, then I dragged it up quickly and plastered on my best smile.

Everything I’d said was true. Adonis was good-looking and attentive. And although he’d been late a couple of times, at least he’d turned up, which put him head and shoulders above most of my dates in London.

‘I’m really glad to hear that!’ She smiled. ‘Where is he now? I thought you might bring him to meet your big sis!’

‘What, so you could give him the third degree?’ I raised an eyebrow. ‘Think it’s a bit too soon to warn him off with the “hurt her and I’ll chop your cock off” speech.’

‘As if I’d ever say anything like that!’ She chuckled.

‘He’s at the gym,’ I replied.

Adonis already told me when we returned to the hotel that he planned to go to the gym for a few hours. On the handful of occasions that I’d stepped foot in a gym, I’d barely lasted forty-five minutes, so the fact that he could stay that long was impressive.

‘Oh right.’ Sammie nodded.

‘And you’ll be pleased to know that this is my third night here and I haven’t given up the goods yet either!’ I said smugly.

‘That’s my girl! It’ll be worth it. You’ll see.’

Sammie filled me in on all the wedding prep she had to help out with, then caught me up on how everything was going with work and of course her Romeo.

Just as we were about to order another glass of Santorini Spritz, which the Chief Mixologist had explained was made with that Assyrtiko wine Adonis ordered on the first night, mixed with some liqueur, citrus and herbs, a rich woody scent surrounded me and every atom in my body sprang to life.

‘Sammie!’ A deep voice I instantly recognised as Noah’s boomed. ‘Long time no see!’

‘Noah?’ Sammie’s eyes widened. She frowned and her face contorted in different directions, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

‘That’s me.’ He smiled, flashing his amazingly perfect teeth.

‘I almost didn’t recognise you. My sister didn’t tell me you’d turned into a male model!’ Sammie’s gaze shot to me and she gave me one of her what the fuck? looks.

‘I just got some new clothes and started wearing contact lenses, no big deal.’ He shrugged.

‘Oh, I strongly disagree! If you think your transformation is “no big deal”, you need to take another look in the mirror, sunshine. And if you don’t see a hot stud muffin looking back at you, I suggest you book an appointment at your optician’s pronto and get your eyes tested again, because those contact lenses clearly aren’t strong enough.’

‘Noted.’ He laughed.

‘Blimey! Your match must’ve done backflips and opened her legs faster than an electric drawbridge when she saw you!’