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complete opposite. His light blonde locks had gotten darker since the last time that I saw him, with a few sun-kissed streaks running throughout.  A very noticeable scar that ran through his left eyebrow that made him somehow more sexy. I quickly studied his physique, obvious long legs that hung down from the lounge chair which meant he grew. Grew a lot since I’d seen him last and he definitely looked like he belonged to a gym. There was no way you could get a body like that without putting in some serious hours. I couldn’t help but wonder if he remembered our last time together.
                  I watched as Peter placed his drink down, then stood up. “Sophie, you’re finally here,” he smiled. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into his arms. My feet dangled as he held me. I snuggled up as close as I could, my face lingering at his neck. The embrace didn’t last as long as I hoped. He placed me back down. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Was he serious? The last person on the planet I wanted to meet was someone who he’d been shacking up with. Every hope and dream I’d ever had was being crushed right in front of me. How could he not care? How could he look at me and not realize how much he was hurting me by bringing her.
                  I could have stood there all day with his arms wrapped around me. Would people notice if I hadn’t let go of him? I’m sure the redheaded-bikini-wearing model type lying in front of me would notice.
                  “Sophie...Claire. Claire...Sophie.”
                  She jumped right out of the blue lounge chair, grabbing a hold of me pecking each one of my cheeks. “Sophie, it’s so good to finally meet you. Peter and Anna have told me all about you and your mother. Peter says you’re like the sister he never had.” Did she just say Anna? Hmm, I guess she’s on a first name basis. Whatever happened to respecting your elders? Wait, back up...did she just say sister? Yeah, if kissing your sister on the beach is normal.  This trip had disaster written all over it with a capital D.
                  I felt Peter’s hand grab mine. “It’s been awhile, but you remember Ethan right, Soph?”
                  I nodded as I looked over in Ethan’s direction. His eyes roamed my body in a way that made me extremely uncomfortable. He had a funny grin on his face like he was picturing me naked or something. Which made me nervous and caused me to shift needlessly. Was he happy to see me? Was he nervous? Was he actually picturing me naked? I couldn’t tell. I forced another fake smile as Ethan stood, towering over both of us. “Hi, Ethan. It’s good to see you.” I lied.
                  He grinned and winked. “It’s really good to see you too, So-So.”
                  And there it was.
                  And, why did he emphasize the really part?
                  He clearly remembers how he tortured me by calling me that and did he seriously just wink at me like we’ve been friends all along? I studied him as he plopped back down, resting his arms behind his head. “Brilliant, she’s here so we can finally head off tomorrow to Yost?”
                  I looked back at Peter who didn’t seem the least bit bothered that I was standing in front of him and like nothing happened last year. The whole year I prepared for my next kiss with Peter, obviously he hadn’t been preparing for the same thing.
                  I threw my bag onto the lounge chair. “Where are your glasses, Peter?”
                  He smiled his sweet little smile. “Contacts, and Ethan is referring to the island, Yost Van Dyke. It’s a little island over by Tortola. We all went over there last week for a day trip.”
                  I couldn’t believe he was wearing contacts. He’d adored those glasses as much as I had.