Vivian's POV
The best thing about weekends that Vivian used to enjoy was getting to sleep in. Now Ryan Terrell had gone and ruined that. There was no beating the bar that he had set.
A weekend getaway on a private island that he had named after her.
Vivian almost wanted to pinch herself to check if everything was really true. But there was no need for that. Her body was sore enough. Not only from all of the swimming that they had done while returning to shore. But also from the sex that they had engaged in on Sunday night instead of falling asleep like responsible adults who had work to do in the morning.
But despite all that they had already done, it seemed that Ryan was not satisfied.
