“What’s up?” he asks when I hand him the water.
“I told Hunter I love him last night.” The sip of water that Trent was taking is spit promptly back out, covering the marble flooring in his saliva. I level him with an unimpressed look.
“That was my bad, but seriously! You can’t just spring that on me. What the fuck did he say?”
“He said it back,” I say proudly.
“Of course he did, he said he loved you in college. I’m sure those feelings never went away.” No, they didn’t go away. He buried them, and when he let me back in his life, I made it my life’s mission to uncover every part of him, the old stuff and the new.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
We stand in silence, my back resting against the island while Trent stares down at his water bottle.
“So, what now?” I quirk a brow at him.
“What do you mean?”
“What are you going to do now?” I consider it. What am I going to do? Am I going to keep working with Trent, or should I help Hunter with his bookstore? I see it growing a lot in the future, and by the way Kian was talking today, his schedule is about to start picking up with the modeling shoots he’s been scheduling.
“I guess… I’m going to keep doing what we’re doing now. Why? Do you want out so you can travel with Kian?” If he wanted to do that, I would make sure that he’s still taken care of.What good is my money if I can’t take care of the people I care for?
“No, not at all. I just didn’t know if you wanted out. I mean, you’re rich. You got the guy. What else do you need?” I don’t say anything, because I don’t know what to say. He’s right, though. What else do I need? What future do I see for me and Hunter?
There are still some things we haven’t talked about that need to be discussed, but I want to wait until it’s just the two of us. I’m not going to do it while we’re away on vacation.
“You’re good for him, don’t fuck it up.”
“You don’t care that I’m dating your ex-boyfriend?” Even if he did care, I’m not going to change anything.
“Technically, he was yours first,” Trent says, taking a long swig of his water and crushing the bottle. I extend my hand and grab it from him to throw in the trash can. He’s right, Hunter was mine first.
I peek my head out of the kitchen to check on Hunter. He’s still sleeping soundly, with the blanket tucked up to his chin, while his quiet snores reach my ears.
Trent diverts the conversation, telling me about the new project offers while I scavenge for the aloe vera so I can put it on Hunter’s cheeks to help his sunburn. It’s crazy to think that this is my life now, with a loving boyfriend, friends, and future in-laws who have always accepted me as their own. Life is pretty fucking awesome.
51
HUNTER
I’m sweating. My body is damp with perspiration, and a headache is blooming behind my eyes. The bright light creeps behind my eyelids, and I squint harder to fight it. I groan, hoping someone will take pity on me and take away the sunburn that I feel on my face and shoulders. Apparently sunscreen doesn’t work as well if you keep getting in the water, duh.
I feel a cold hand touch my face, and I moan in pleasure. It feels so nice against my heated skin, and the fingers gently massage until my face is cool and covered in… aloe vera?
I try to sit up, but then the same hands that were massaging my face softly press against my chest to push me back down onto the couch.
“Don’t get up yet, let me finish putting this on you.” Adam’s voice is close to my ear, his warm breath coasting over it and causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.
His hands go to my chest and shoulders next; I’m soaking up the feeling of being pampered. I could lie here all day and let him do whatever he wants to me.
A chuckle rumbles and I peek my eyes open to see Adam’s smiling face staring down at me, with so much love in his eyes I could burst.
“Whatever I want, is that right?” he murmurs, his voice sultry, and I have to swallow to clear my throat.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes, you did, and if you two are about to have sex on the couch, at least let me leave the room first,” Kian says. I dart up too quickly, and my head cracks against Adam’s. He drops back onto his heels with a hiss, holding his nose in his hands. A drop of crimson flows out between his clasped fingers.
“Shit! Hold on!” I say, panicked, my heart racing and chest constricting.
