Bailey POV
It's the second day of our vacation and I can see that more than I did, Orion needed this break. He is relaxed and happy, the tension that's been living in his shoulders since the incident finally gone.
He's dragging me across the beach, his whole demeanor screaming excited, and I let him lead me wherever he wants. His hand is warm in mine, his smile infectious.
"It's about time," he says, checking his watch then looking ahead with barely contained enthusiasm.
I follow his gaze and my breath catches.
Ahead of us, docked at a private pier, sits a yacht. It's not massive but it's beautiful.
Its elegant design screams intimate luxury rather than showing off.
"Orion," I stop walking, forcing him to turn back to me. "Is that...?"
"Ours for the night," he confirms, his grin wi
