EPILOGUE
CAM
ONE YEAR LATER I startle AWAKE, DISORIENTED. My pulse is racing as my bodys built-in alert system tells me Im about to roll right off whatever Im sleeping on. I blink into the gloom, my brain working overtime to figure out where in the world I am.
This isnt our house in LA.
Or that castle hotel near Paris where Reece surprised me for my birthday last month.
Or the Airbnb in Costa Rica where we filmed the sea turtle conservation series.
My hands slide across unfamiliar silk sheets, definitely not the organic cotton ones Reece insists on buying because theyre better for the environment, Cam. I squint, making out a distinct outline of jungle plants against dark walls. And Ay, Dios mo! is that a sex swing in the corner?
Maui. Were back at the Aloha Amour Resort.
A shiver races down my spine as I realize Im completely naked. Again. I swear I went to bed wearing the cute matching set from that boutique in Tokyo, but Reece must have some kind of sleep-stripping superpower. The mans magic fingers can remove lingerie without disturbing my REM cycle. Id be impressed if I werent freezing my tits off right now.
Because once more, hes stolen every single blanket.
I glare at the Reece-shaped burrito next to me. Somehow the guys wrapped himself in all the available bedding, as if hes burrowing in for the winter. Only his face is visible, his dark hair sticking up in tufts on the pillow.
HNRFFF-zzzthbt. Mmmrrph. Hhhnkshhpoo. Snkxxkchh!
The snoring. Dear God, the snoringimagine evil scientists crossbred a motorcycle with a congested walrus. How can somebody so ridiculously gorgeous sound like hes crunching rocks with his teeth?
Still, my heart totally flips watching him sleep, enjoying that sweet, secret smile he used to hide behind scowls and barked orders.
Now? Its minewhen he wakes up, when he finds me editing in his T-shirt, when he catches me dancing in the kitchen on FaceTime with my besties Petra and Katie and especially after nights like last night, when he starred in a kinky, unholy smutshow thatll have me walking funny for a week.
See, that boy wasnt kidding about never wanting to leave once he got inside me. A year later, weve christened more hotel rooms than I can count. Its gotten so out of hand, we had to institute a weekly NO SEX DAY so that my lady bits dont riot. Our favorite lets behave activity? Couch marathons of Tom Cruise moviesthough we rarely make it halfway through Mission Impossible before one of us caves. What can I say? Toms running scenes do things to Reece, and Reeces fanboy enthusiasm flows right into me (pun intended) .
I shiver all over, goosebumps spreading across my bare skin. Punishment is definitely in order.
I slide off the mattress with ninja-like stealth, my feet making contact with the floor in the one blind spot Ive learned doesnt trigger the rotating bed sensors. Rummaging through Reeces suitcase, I find what Im searching forthe neon eyesore he calls his lucky shirt.
Save the RhinosOne Ride at a Time!
Those rhinos still look entirely too happy being caught on camera in a mid rump bump. Their enthusiastic expressions have faded after countless cleanings, but Reece refuses to let it go. He wore it the first night we made love, and I had it on the day I agreed to be his real girlfriend. He claims it has powers. That its part of our love story.
The big softie.
When I pull it over my head, his familiar spicy ginger scent washes over me. I step into my discarded pajama shorts from the tile, the silky material sliding over my thighs.
My phone sits charging on the dresser. I unplug it, open YouTube, and hit Go Live .
Psst! DareSquad! Rise and shine, my beautiful chaos enablers! I whisper, keeping my voice low. Were back in the sex dungeonI mean, the Aloha Amour Resortand I need your help waking up The Beast. I flip the camera, revealing Reece in his blanket cocoon, his snores reaching seismic levels. Isnt he adorable? A hibernating grizzly with incredible abs.
The comments start flooding in immediately:
OMG! the snoring.
BLAST THE AIRHORN CAM!!
The Blanket Bandit STRIKES Again.
THE RHINO SHIRT LIVES!!!
Todays a super important day, which means I was supposed to get my beauty sleep, I whisper to the audience, but your boy over there stole my blankets. I was a human ice cube reenacting the Titanic last night while he slept like a baby, practicing his whale calls.
I tiptoe over to the shower areastill no walls, still no privacy, still ridiculousand turn on the water. The familiar cascade begins flowing over the volcanic rock, steam rising in delicate curls. I reach behind the stones for the shower wand, memories of my first disastrous encounter with it making me bite back a laugh.
I carefully pull it from its new homea special holster Kai had installed after numerous guests complained about Happy Button Mishaps.
See this switch? I position for a close-up. It says Volcanic. Thats not false advertising, folks. Dont ask me how I know.
I press it and quickly return the wand to its holster, the water already beginning to pulse with increasing intensity. Red lights flicker to life along the stone walls, transforming the water into streams of artificial lava. I back away quickly, knowing exactly whats coming.
T-minus ten seconds until tropical eruption, I whisper gleefully, backing away to a strategic position.
The DareSquad is living for this moment:
This is why I have NOTIFICATIONS ON.
REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED WET.
Wake him with the power of love Camila!!!
EVERYBODY TAKE COVER!
I hold my finger to my lips, suppressing giggles as I position myself at a safe distance, camera trained on Reeces sleeping form.
Wake-up call in three two one
I flash the lens with my most diabolical smirk as the first rumbles of the jungle show begin. The water pressure builds to critical mass, and
CRACK! BOOOOOOM!
Thunder blasts through the room as if Zeus himself is DJing. Lightning shreds across the ceiling in electric veins, throwing the room into a rave with strobing white flashes. Right on cue, I slap the motion sensor beside a snoozing Reece.
The bed lurches to life, spinning maniacally like an evil Bond villain trap . Reece, still tucked up as a human Hot Pocket, starts rolling to the edge.
WHAT THE FUAAAHH!
Reece tumbles off the bed in spectacular fashion, arms flailing from inside his fabric prison, legs kicking at nothing. He hits the ground with a THUD probably fine, but Im too busy cry-laughing to check.
EARTHQUAKE! he shouts, thrashing inside the blankets. CAM! GRAB THE GO-BAG!
Good morning! I sing-song over the thunderous soundtrack and escalating shower sounds. Sleep well?
Whats happening? His head emerges from the tangled bedding, hair defying gravity, eyes wild with confusion.
Before he understands whats happeningthe birds descend.
A platoon of animatronic parrots, toucans, and macaws drops from concealed ceiling panels, wings flapping in jerky mechanical movements. They open their plastic beaks in perfect synchronization and belt out a surprisingly high-quality rendition of Sexual Healing.
They remember us! I shriek with delight, aiming the lens at the feathered choir. And I think they missed you!
Reece groans, running a hand through his sleep-disheveled hair. Great. The sex birds are back. I need coffee.
Some things never change. For all his growth and tenderness, Reece Dare will forever be a grumpy morning monster until caffeine enters his system.
Weve been inseparable since that fateful day at LAX when he skitched? Skated? Sledded? Whatever the fuck he did in that suitcase to chase me down. After they released him from the hospital (three cracked ribs, severe road rash, and a mild concussionall worth it, according to him) , we spent an entire weekend wrecking each other in his ridiculous mansion.
When Monday rolled around and I mentioned going back to my apartment to grab clothes, he literally poutedI shit you not. Then he called professional movers, who showed up two hours later with a truck. By dinnertime, my entire life had been relocated to his place.
When I asked if that was presumptuous, he simply stated, Im not letting you out of my sight ever again, Morales.
And hes been my biggest cheerleader ever since.
With a shockingly swift movement for someone who was dead asleep thirty seconds ago, Reece rolls me into the blanket with him, creating a two-person burrito. His morning stubble scratches my cheek deliciously as he smothers me with kissesmy forehead, my nose, my chin, the corner of my mouth.
Let me see that, he grumbles, plucking the phone from my hand. Guys, we gotta go gear up for todays big
I slap my hand over his mouth. Dont spoil it!
He licks my palm like a child, making me yank my hand away with a youre-ridiculous-but-I-kind-of-love-it look. adventure, he finishes smoothly. But well be back later with something really special.
He ends the livestream, powers down the phone, and tosses the device onto the rotating bed.
His lips find mine in a deeper kiss, instantly turning my insides to molten lava, way more potent than Kais fake version pouring down the rocks.
How long does this jungle storm last? he asks in a dangerous octave that makes my toes curl.
Until the shower stops, I gasp as his teeth graze my lower lip.
Well, we dont want to waste water, but Mischief sparks in his eyes as he stretches out an arm, groping around until he grabs the resort welcome bag triumphantly and empties its contents everywhere.
Among the scattered brochures, pineapple-flavored popcorn, and tiny bottles of sunscreen, a familiar palm-sized penguin with a bowtie rolls into view.
Reeces face lights up with unholy glee. Well, well, well. Hello there, little guy. He picks up the vibrator, examining it as if hes reconnecting with an old friend. Then his gaze shifts to me, the corners of his mouth lifting in that panty-melting smirk. Think you can make my girl scream louder than this thunder?
No, Reece, we need to get ready for the My protest dissolves into a whimper as his hand slides beneath my pajama bottoms, the vibrator making contact with exactly where Im already embarrassingly wet for him.
The penguin starts to buzz against my clit.
I dare you to come all over my hand, baby. And then Im going to fuck you hard. The way I did our very first time in that tent.
I play hard to getYou dont know what I wantand fail. My back arches as the vibrator hits exactly the right spot, thrumming with spiraling pleasure pulses. Fuck yes, I want that.
See? Reeces voice is pure smugness wrapped in sex. Your pussy likes it when I take control.
A breathy laugh escapes me, even as my body feels ready to burst into flames. Who says youre in control?
His answering grin is pure wickedness. Without warning, he cranks the penguin to HIGH.
Ay, Dios mo! The cry rips from my throat as satisfaction rushes through me, unstoppable and overwhelming.
White light bursts behind my eyelidsFrom my orgasm? From the lightning flashing overhead? Who the hell knows. All that matters is the way pleasure swallows me whole, slamming into me so hard Im screaming Reeces name. My body writhes against his hand, every pulse wrecking me from the inside out. Teasing, wicked vibrations ripple through my system.
God, youre so fucking hot, Reece growls, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches me come apart. Tell me you want my dick.
Please, I pant, still trembling with aftershocks. Now. I need you now.
I want you so bad. Every day. Every minute.
With impressive strength, Reece flips our positions so Im straddling him, the blanket pooling around our hips. His hands grip my waist fiercely, thumbs pressing into my hipbones.
Come on, baby. Show me those perfect tits, he commands, voice rough with need. I wanna watch them bounce.
I rip off the rhino shirt, ready to play. Reeces eyes rake over my naked chest, his Adams apple bobbing with a hard swallow. I reach for his wrist, whereas alwaysa brightly colored sex scrunchie sits 24/7.
Sliding it off, I pull my hair into a messy ponytail, knowing exactly how much the visual affects him. You sure you dont want to fuck my tits?
His eyes roll back momentarily, as if the mere suggestion short-circuits his brain. Hell yeah, he manages, but tonight when I can take my time.
His hand searches the bed, finds a foil packet, and he tears it open with his teeth. The distinctive aroma hits me instantly and I laugh. Its the unmistakable scent of bacon from the flavored condom.
Okay, now I dont know if I want sex or breakfast.
Dick first, bacon after.
I lean down, my ponytail tickling his cheek as I repeat the words I said to him that very first time: Shut your gorgeous face up and fuck me.
Pulling my pajama bottoms to the side, I position myself over him, gripping his impressive length with one hand. Without hesitation, I slam down onto his shaft with a single thrust that steals the breath from both our lungs.
Fuckkkkk, baby! Reece groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks Ill cherish later.
Harder! I demand, rotating my hips in a tight circle that makes his eyes cross. Dont be a pussy to my pussy.
What did I do to deserve you? he asks, genuine wonder breaking through the haze of lust.
We find our rhythm. His upward snaps meet my downward thrusts, our bodies moving together with the practiced synchronicity of partners who know how to please each other.
The eye contact is what undoes me. Through it allthe frantic pace, our animalistic slapping sounds, the mechanical bird chorus hitting an impressive key change overheadhis gaze never leaves mine. The intimacy is devastating, like Im standing naked in a stormbare, vulnerable, completely seen, wrapped in the force of him as his love holds every raw piece of me.
Our frenzied tension reaches a fever pitch, and finally the coiling pressure explodes.
Release hits mehard, fast, everywhere.
Reece breaks with a roarloud enough to make a lion jealousbefore I collapse onto his chest, boneless and trembling, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths ragged and desperate.
His arms lock around me like hes afraid to let go, our hearts pounding so hard I cant tell which one is mine.
I love you, he says between gasps.
I love you more.
He tilts my chin up, his eyes serious despite his sex-disheveled appearance. Not fucking possible, Morales.
His lips claim mine again.
MWAAARP! MWAAARP! MWAAARP!
Its my alarm, blaring from the bed.
Shit! I bolt upright. We gotta get ready. We cant be late!
I scramble off him, planting a quick kiss on his lips that he immediately tries to deepen. I pull away with reluctance, pointing a stern finger. No later.
His pouty expression almost makes me reconsider, but were on a schedule. I grab the Pleasure Penguin vibrator from where it tumbled onto the floor and toss it to him with a wink. But were taking the little guy home with us. Hes officially a member of the family now.
***
Its been precisely one year since Reece and I stood in this very spotback then, this place felt hollow. The sun had been just as warm, the sky just as blue, Maui as beautiful as everbut the brightness didnt reach here. The air had felt thick with loss, heavy with the echoes of what had been.
But today, wearing a Dare4Change T-shirt, it carries a different weight. The same sun shines, but now it radiates a quiet hum of renewal. The breeze moves, alive with something new. A pulse. A spark of possibility.
New walls stand where rubble once lay, businesses shine with fresh windows, and kids laugh with dripping shaved ice. Lahaina isnt whole yetnot by a long shotbut pulse points of life have returned. The famous banyan tree, once scorched and skeletal, now boasts patches of bright-green leaves sprouting defiantly from its twisted limbs. A symbol of resilience that perfectly captures the towns spirit.
The street has transformed into a festival. As far as I can see, there are families, kids, volunteers carrying boxes of decorations, and workers putting finishing touches on colorful banners that stretch across the street. Photographers and press teams swarm the crowd, and theres a drone zipping overhead getting aerial shots.
Can you believe its been a year since you brought me here? I ask, squinting through my viewfinder at the transformed landscape.
You mean since you launched that video and created a movement, Reece says, slipping his arm around my waist.
I was ugly crying in an airport CPK, not exactly planning to raise millions.
But thats what happened.
Twenty million in public donations. And because Reece Dare has a heart the size of Maui itself, he matched that amount dollar for dollar, bringing the total to forty million.
All because I decided to post a raw, unfiltered video defending the man I loved before boarding a plane to forget him forever.
The money was a total game changernot only for Lahaina, but for us. Our careers. Our purpose. Our whole freaking lives.
Camera angle looks off, Reece says, peering over my shoulder.
Excuse me? Whos the videography expert here? I challenge, hip-checking him.
Im just saying
Nuh-uh. This is my area of expertise. You stick to jumping off tall objects and making ridiculous Tom Cruise faces.
His mock-wounded expression makes me laugh.
Were standing in front of Paradise Burger Hut, the Akana familys beloved restaurant thats finallyFINALLYready to reopen. The building gleams in the sunlight, its fresh blue paint exactly matching the original shade (Pono insisted) . The smell of grilling burgers is wafting through the air.
All around us, volunteers in Dare4Change shirts (our signature red tees with the heart hands logo) hustle to set up chairs, hang banners, and wrangle the press to their places. Each one represents another person who decided to show upto be part of something bigger than themselves.
Behind me, someone yells, Cam! Where do you want the flower wall?
Over by the stage, I call back, slipping into Boss Mode Camila, which is honestly still a weird title to get used to. Because Im officially the head of Dare4Change. Yeah. Me. The girl who used to hide behind the camera, now running a nonprofit thatnot to braghas had one hell of a first year.
Weve rebuilt Paradise Burger Hut, constructed a dozen homesincluding a new one for the Akanasand launched more than fifty community-led initiatives around the world.
But dont give me the credit. Or even Reece. Its everyone.
Because this was never just about us.
Gone are the days of empty stunts and mindless pranks. Whatever crazy thing we do now is for a cause. If Reece is swimming with sharks, were raising money to rebuild schools in underprivileged neighborhoods. If Im dangling off a cliff, were raising awareness for mental health.
Our most popular videos?
We Adopted All the Animals in a Shelter (And Found Them Homes!).
We Sent Every Teacher in This District on a Paid CruiseHeres Why.
Cliff Jumping for Cancer Research (You Helped Us Raise Millions!).
And let me tell younothing makes Reece happier than risking his life for a cause.
Even the merch line has changed. The Dare4Change apparel is now our best seller, and the two of us are never caught without it. Its practically our uniform (when were wearing clothes) .
And I wont lie. I love that we get to wear our mission on our sleevesliterallyand show people that making a difference is the coolest thing you can do.
I glance out at the growing crowd, and theres a familiar swell in my chest. This is where I belong. Here. With these people. Doing this work.
Reece and I remain the it couple the world loves to watchthough lets be real, half of them are only there to see me call him names like Captain Mood Swing and Mr. Broody Pants, and the other half just want to see if hell toss me over his shoulder caveman style mid-livestream. Spoiler: both happen. Usually within the first five minutes .
But the best part? The part that still makes me pinch myself? Were making a real difference.
According to Gordon, Reece changing his content from look-at-me-almost-die-for-clicks to look-at-me-almost-die-for-charity was career suicide. Except Reece Dare now has over 300 million subscribers. The same guy who once dangled off a Ferris wheel wearing a thong for a prank video is now the face of compassion. Turns out, in a world of trending nonsense, people are starving for authenticity.
Andget thishe is Time Magazines Person of the Year. Yeah. THE MOST POPULAR YouTuber EVER. Suck it, Gordon.
Speaking of G-Thorne, last I heard, he and Astrid are now living in Miami, trying to make her big on OnlyFans while she waitresses at Hooters.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Once upon a time, Astrid dreamed of a beauty empire. Now? Her biggest brand collab is with Bedazzled Butt Stuff. And dont worry, I checked#AstridShines is no longer about her glow up journey but literally about whatever new rhinestone shes slapped on her hoo-ha for the week.
Im not saying karma is real but this town has a banyan tree that survived literal fire, and Astrid couldnt even survive a PR scandal. So, yeah. Universe: 1. Astrid: 0.
Camila, dear! I hear from behind me, and I spin to find Mama V, Reeces mother Vera, waving excitedly from her mobility scooter. Weve got everything ready for the families, sweetheart. Once the ribbons cut, well show them their new homes.
My chest warmsbecause Reeces moms Helen and Vera have been living here in Maui all year to make this happen. Helena retired architect turned house-building warrior queenoversaw the entire framework, from the first beam to the last nail. And Mama started a community arts program for the kids in Lahaina, including Keoni and Nalani, who I see running around in Dare4Change shirts, acting as if they own the place.
Swear to God, the way Keonis been talking about becoming a YouTuber like Reece? Im about to start offering So You Wanna Be a Good Human on YouTube seminars. These kids want more than fame. They want to change the world. Thats what Reece has donewhat weve done.
Helen beams at me. You need anything? Ive got a clipboard and a mean stink-eye for anybody messing with the schedule.
I laugh, but before I can answer, hands loop at my waist and spin me. Hey! I yelp as Reece plants a kiss on me that has my heart cartwheeling.
Mom, Mama, Reece calls over my head. Can you please tell my gorgeous girlfriend to stop working so hard?
Without missing a beat, Helen crosses her arms and smirks. No can do, son. Maybe you need to work harder.
Vera winks. Shes doing just fine without you slowing her down.
Wow. Betrayed by my own mothers.
Someone needs to keep you humble, Helen says with a cheeky smile.
Oh, I know who the boss is, Reece replies.
Well, I say. Technically I work for you, so youre still the boss.
Only on paper, he says, smiling. We both know who really runs this operation.
The Blazeinator has arrived!
Blaze charges in, a Golden Retriever on two legs, rocking his usual over-the-top ensemble. Hes got on a neon-purple pineapple button-down thats both too tight and too bright, paired with hot-pink board shorts and a backward trucker hat proudly declaring, Blaze Mode: Engaged . He doesnt need a Dare4Change shirt because he got the logo tattooed on his forearm.
Yo, my dudes! Lets get started. I need two double cheeseburgers. Stat! Cam, did you tell Reece the surp
I grab the front of his shirt and yank him toward me, nose to nose. Blaze. Stop talking.
Too late. Reece is laser-focused on me. What surprise? Whats going on?
I shrug innocently. Youll have to wait and see.
He stares me down, but Im immune to the Reece Dare Glare now. I reach up and give his pouty lips a quick peck. Youll find out soon enough. But right now, I need your talented fingers to cut a ribbon.
The crowd is gathered outside Paradise Burger Hut. Families are lined up with excited kids, volunteers are hustling, handing out water bottles, while the media focus their cameras on us as if were the returning King and Queen of Hawaii. I lift the livestreaming phone, angling for the perfect shot, to show our global viewers all the burger-fueled magic.
I scan the crowd and wish Katie and Petra were here. My besties. My hype squad. The ones who encouraged me to go for my documentary dreams.
But theyre cheering me on from the livestream, rapid-fire commenting inside jokes and inappropriate emojis while off living their own ridiculously exciting lives. We may not be standing side by side, but theyre here, in every all-caps text, every unhinged voice memo, every holy crap, Im so proud of you message flooding my screen. God, I love them so much.
Welcome, beautiful spirits! Kai steps forward, raising his hands, and suddenly everyone falls silentbecause when Kai speaks, the whole island listens. Or maybe theyre admiring his glistening abs, which are fully on display in a sarong thats riding so low on his hips, Im worried his python is the only thing holding up the fabric.
Today, we celebrate the rebirth of Paradise, both the restaurant and the community spirit that binds us. Family and community are the threads that weave our lives. Without them, we drift aimlessly; with them, we stand strong, our roots intertwined and unbreakable in ways no storm or flame can ever truly erase.
I feel a lump form in my throat at the unexpected depth of his words. Beside me, Reece squeezes my hand, and I know hes feeling it too.
And soKais voice rises dramaticallyafter this sacred ribbon-cutting ceremony, I invite you all to join me and my fellow warriors on the beach for a special performance we call Rising Wood: Erecting New Foundations for Tomorrows Pleasure.
Aaaand were back to standard Kai programming.
Did he just Reece whispers.
Make rebuilding homes sound like a euphemism for group sex? Yes, yes he did.
The man is nothing if not consistent.
The scissors close, the ribbon falls, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Confetti cannons explode, showering us all in blue paper (biodegradable, I might add).
As the applause begins to die down, I step forward, heart hammering with excitement. I hold up the livestreaming phone. But were not done! Were looking for international support to expand our cause.
I glance at Reece, whos nodding knowingly, as if he understands what Im saying. He doesnt. Not even close.
And to launch this campaign, I continue, vibrating with anticipation over the stunt Ive spent months literally MONTHS orchestrating, Reece will be re-creating his epic LAX Tom Cruise run on a special course throughout Lahaina, highlighting areas still in need of rebuilding.
Reeces expression shifts Polite agreement. Genuine confusion. Dawning excitement.
Did you set up a parkour course through town?
Something better. I grin, unable to contain myself any longer. Youll be running alongside
Okay, so heres the thing about planning surprises for Reece Dareyou think youre ready for how itll play out, but nothing really prepares you for Tom Cruise BASE JUMPING OUT OF A FREAKING HELICOPTER over a rebuilt Lahaina like were suddenly starring in Mission Impossible: Maui Edition .
The second that helicopter comes flying in low, the whole crowd loses its collective mind. I mean, even Blazes jaw is on the floor, and that man once held a live snake for a Will It Bite Me? video.
And then, BOOMthere he is. Tom Fucking Cruise. He lands with his signature smirk, his parachute billowing perfectly behind him as if its contractually obligated to behave. Hes dressed in a Dare4Change shirt and running shoes and jogs directly up to us with the high-energy enthusiasm of a man half his age.
Tom Cruise, the legend himself, sticks out his hand. Thanks for raising money for a good cause, man.
Reece finally manages to blink and shakes his hand. Uh, no, thank you, Mr. Cruise.
Lets see if you can keep up.
And just like that, Tom Cruise takes off RUNNINGarms pumping in that perfect, high-knee, straight-backed, action-hero wayand for about half a second, Reece appears to be deciding whether to cry or chase him.
GO! I shout, laughing as Reece bolts after him, falling into that long-legged sprint I know way too well. All determination with muscular thighs that make me swoon.
Blaze revs the four-wheeler, exactly how we planned, grinning like a lunatic.
Hop on, DareGirl! he yells, and yes, that nickname has stuck.
I vault onto the back, twisting around so Im sitting backwards, one hand gripping the roll bar and the other holding the filming phone steady.
Blaze takes off, wheels spitting dust as we barrel down the street after Tom and my boyfriendwho, lets face it, is doing a damn good job of keeping up right now.
As we zip around the town, the course we designed comes to lifeeach checkpoint marked with banners showing areas still needing donations. Kids wave, volunteers cheer, and the donations ticker on my phone screen is spinning out of control:
OMG IS THAT REALLY TOM CRUISE???
If Reece beats Tom, Im tattooing Dare4Change on my forehead.
Best collab of the year, hands down.
$500 if Reece outruns Tom.
As Reece dashes by, he glances at mefor a split secondand there it is. That smile that says, Youre crazy, but I cant get enough of you.
So, Hawaii doesnt suck after all. Who knew? Its the place where I found my voice, my purpose, and the love of my life.
Me and my DareBoy.
His one and only DareGirl.
And if this is what forever looks like? Ill take it.
***
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