I, Makila Alexander, am on a mission to reinvent myself. So when a super hot guy gets on a plane and shows off his hard press, I pay attention. When he sits next to me and treats me with nuts, I can't resist . But when I push them and he says I need to work on my gag reflex, I realize I may have overstepped my bounds. I have no time to look back as we are already in the toilet and trying to join the Mile High Club (slang designation of a group of people who had sexual intercourse on board the plane during the flight). Let me just say this... anyone who tells you that having sex at 37,000 feet is easy is actually lying. After the flight attendant chastises us for having frolicked during the flight, the only thing that can ease my total humiliation is the simple fact that I will never see him again. A few hours later, I can’t help but wonder if fate will ever allow me to be a new version of myself. A good example: my companion is my new neighbor . Even with all that destiny thing that drives us, we're not meant to be together. He is so cool and sexy in the sense that he makes love, not war. But guys like him are dangerous. With his body on his knees, his damn pretty face, and his dirty, dirty mouth, I guarantee every girl's eyes will get wet with bikinis. And I'm an... eccentric girl who wants to find herself in California. All I want to do is learn to relax. Saying words like "world" and "excellent". Bury your fingers in the sand. Who knows, maybe even have sex on the beach. Unable to get it out of my head, I entertain the thought that we can be more than just friends. I know this idea is absurd. And I agree with her.... But Camden Waters turns me on. It really does .. Like no other guy before . On this seven-mile stretch of paradise, I decide to simplify everything and just have fun... well, that is, until fate again decides to joke with me.