Okay. I see y’all.

I see the side-eyes. I see the comments already forming in your head. ‘She just met this man and she let him feed her a mango with his fingers and then…’

Stop.

Let me explain something…

Leo was not a stranger. Leo and I had a history. A vibe. A whole unspoken thing that lived in the space between a room upgrade and a very long goodbye three years prior.

So when I showed up to that suite, ringless, red-eyed, and ready to disappear… and Leo was standing there looking like the universe had personally gift-wrapped him?

That was not random. That was God saying ‘baby, you earned this.’

Now. Do I regret it?

I regret nothing. Not one mango. Not one moment. Not one company towel.

But here’s what I will tell you… and this is the part I didn’t put in the episode, because Coreen wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet.

That heat I kept feeling the whole trip? I blamed it on Barbados. On Leo. On the tequila. On the fact that I was finally, FINALLY free of a man who asked me what I brought to the table like I was a Craigslist applicant.

But that heat?

It wasn’t just Barbados.

My body was trying to tell me something. Had been trying to tell me something for months. Maybe longer. I just didn’t have the language for it yet. Didn’t even know to look for it.

You might already know what I’m talking about.

Or you might find out right along with me.

Either way, stay close. Because this story? It’s just getting warm.

And I mean that in more ways than one.

But that’s off the record…

Catch Coreen in the next episode. Trust me… you don’t want to miss what happens next.

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Stay hot. Stay honest. We’ll see you in the next one.