I’d turned thirty-four last week. We’d celebrated with a weekend of food, sex, and me eating her pussy out until she came on my face.
It’d been a good birthday.
“Besides, it doesn’t make sense that you would take me on my dream trip for your birthday. We should go somewhere you want to go.” Stella hooked her arms around my neck. “Spill it, Harper. What’s your bucket list destination?”
“Don’t have one, and spoiling you is for me.” I dropped my forehead to hers. The note and photos burned a hole in my pocket. “Last chance, Butterfly. You in or you out?”
“When you put it that way…” A giddy smile spread across her face. “I’m in.”
“Perfect.” I kissed her again, this time on the mouth.
Fuck rationality.
When it came to Stella’s safety, rational thought didn’t exist.