Before heading off to Europe for the summer, Zoya spends time at her best friend Shan's family summer home in Martha's Vineyard. Unexpectedly, she finds herself sharing the summer with Monet de Haan.
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Monet and Zoya lay together in bed, with Zoya spooning her as they slept. As the first light of dawn filtered into the room, Zoya slowly kissed the back of Monet's neck. Monet opened her eyes and started to smile, feeling the gentle affection. She then turned her body to face Zoya. "This time, it's not a dream..." Monet whispered as if she was trying to convince herself.
Zoya arched a teasing brow and grinned. "This time huh?" she said, her voice laced with playful amusement as she listened to Monet's confession.
Monet felt a warm blush spread across her cheeks as she realized how her words could be interpreted. "I...yeah, well—" she stammered, struggling to find the right words.
Zoya laughed, amused that she wasn't the bashful one for a change. "It's a little too late to feel shy, isn't it?" she teased. Leaning in, she kissed Monet softly, savoring the tender moment as their lips met.
"Shy?" Monet scoffed, pulling back as her confident demeanor returned. "When have I ever been shy? I was ready to bust down Terrell's door last night if you hadn't popped out of nowhere and caused me to get injured."
Zoya playfully shook her head. "You're fine, and I'm glad I came over and found you last night. I was really scared that I lost my chance with you," she confessed between kisses, her lips moving from Monet's mouth to her neck.
Monet tilted her head, savoring the moment with Zoya but unable to shake the regret in her voice. "I know," she admitted, her tone heavy with remorse. "It's my fault for letting Layla manipulate me when I was vulnerable. She got into my head, convincing me that you were stalking Terrell on social media because you had a huge crush on him after meeting him at my debutante ball." Monet's annoyance was deep as she spoke, clearly frustrated with herself for believing Layla's lies.
She pulled away from Monet's neck and asked confused, "Wait, how did she know all that?"
"Layla thoroughly researched you, clearly aiming to win," Monet stated bitterly. "She even mentioned that if I had given you his number the numerous times you asked for it, the two of you would be happy together right now." Monet's voice grew sadder as she remembered.
Zoya sensed the sadness in Monet's voice. She tenderly cupped Monet's cheek, encouraging her to meet her gaze. "Hey, don't think about that," Zoya murmured softly, her eyes brimming with reassurance. "We're together now, and that's all that matters." She offered a warm smile, hoping to uplift Monet's spirits.
Monet gazed deeply into Zoya's eyes, a sense of tranquility enveloping her. "You're right," she murmured, a gentle smile gracing her features. Closing the distance between them, she planted a tender kiss on Zoya's lips, igniting a spark of desire between them. Each touch heightened their passion. Surrendering to the heat of the moment, they became fully present, immersed in the shared passion for another round.
Later, feeling hungry, they descended the stairs together to grab breakfast. As they entered the dining area, they spotted Celine seated at the table, wrapping up a phone call. Upon noticing Monet and Zoya together, she appeared perplexed and promptly ended her conversation.
