She's my friend.
She's my best friend's ex.
She just invited me to Mexico for two weeks for her brother's wedding.

Normally, a vacation with friends is always what the doctor orders when you're nursing a broken heart. Which, we both are.

Like I said, she's my friend. A vacation with her shouldn't even be a question. But this time it's just us, there's only one bed, and the only question I have is how did it take me this long to see her. Really see her. There's no denying that the feeling is mutual, but in two weeks, reality will come crashing back to us.

Or in our case, it'll book a plane ticket and surprise us on the beach.

It may have taken me this long to find the perfect girl, but I'll do whatever I have to keep her.