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talk. She wasn't the type to run off and avoid people. That was more me and Jillian’s style. Cassie liked to call you out when you were being an asshole—and I was being a first-class asshole by her standards. So if she needed space, the least I could do was give it to her.
    Instead of knocking on her door and trying to reason with her, I focused on acquainting myself with the villa. I couldn't imagine how much it cost to stay here. Cassie had five star taste, so it was no surprise this place dripped with modern luxury. It had two bedrooms linked by a small sitting room and kitchenette. Everything was minimal and modern. Stainless steel appliances set into white European-style cabinetry. Low, tapered couches faced each other in the living room with a carved driftwood coffee table nestled between them. The walls and furniture were white as well. Blue pillows and rugs accented the pale decor.
    There was a bank of floor to ceiling windows merged seamlessly with a glass door that opened onto a patio overlooking a sandy beach. We had an ocean in Olympic Falls, but not like this one. That might have been cooler if I wasn't terrified of the water, but still I bet that the sand outside my door was soft and hot. I'd grown used to the rocky shorelines of Washington, but I had no desire to have a thousand pebbles under my ass, so I mostly studied indoors at Olympic State. Tomorrow I might dare to venture out into the sun to read.
    I hadn't even bothered to check out my own room since I had no bags to drop off. Wandering into it, I noted that I had a rather plush king-sized bed which was a huge upgrade from my double back home. Not that I needed much space since I was sleeping alone. The walls were painted in the same creamy white, and sheer curtains hung along my windows. Walking over to them, I pushed one open. The salt of the ocean greeted me and I breathed it in, the rhythm of waves echoed in the room. I loved the idea of the ocean even if I was too scared to go in it. But the sound of the crashing waves was calming, and considering my recent meltdown followed by my screw up with Cassie, I decided to leave the window open in an effort to relax. I picked up one of the pillows, thinking a nap was in order just as I caught sight of the bathroom.
    It was irresponsibly fancy. As most of my hotel stays up until this point had been at Holiday Inn, I usually considered a curved shower rod an upgrade. This was in a whole other league. The floor was covered in tiny, glassy-blue tiles that shimmered in the light. But what was most impressive was the deep, two person tub in the center of the room. It looked like a modern claw-foot tub without the claws. And I had it all to myself. I ignored the tiny pang at the thought that I had no one to share my two person jetted tub with. I could always get Cassie to join me in a bubble bath once she had forgiven me.
    On the other side of the bathroom there was a large walk-in rain-shower. Also obviously built for two.
    It was official. I was in the most romantic place I'd ever stayed in, and I was single. This was going to suck. But I knew what I needed to do.
    I'd traveled across the country, made it through customs, been robbed, ran into the teacher I was crushing on, and pissed off my best friend. A shower seemed like a pretty damn good idea.
    Tugging off the only clothes I had to my name for the next week, I turned on the shower head and waited for it to turn warm. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I groaned. I was too skinny. Jillian was always complaining about her C-cups, but staring at my Bs-on-a-good day, I wished for her curves. My blonde hair was a tangled mess from traveling and I didn't even have a comb to brush it out. Cassie’d told me I had sexy, beach hair once, but I would have traded mine for her slick, black hair in a second. I was pale and blonde and thin which was enough for most people to consider me pretty, but I wasn't going to be winning any beauty pageants.
    A quick check