Chapter 2
 

Mia’s POV

“Tyler, slow down on those cocktails, babe,” I said, laughing as he waved the waiter over for another round of those strong island mixes that tasted like pure trouble. 

The sun had dipped low, painting everything in this warm orange glow, and we were settled at a little beachside table right by the water. 

My sundress clung to my skin from the humidity, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples had stayed hard since the pool earlier.

Tyler grinned wide, already slurring a bit as he slammed back the fresh drink. 

“Nah, baby, we’re celebrating! Honeymoon rules. Kyle, remember that time in college...