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“To fuck you. I mean, besides me. If we… you know, want to do it again tonight or something, that’s cool too. But if you want to play that little game again, it’s Huck next.”

“He gets to fuck me?”

Joey nods. “Wald always likes to go last.”

“Why?”

“Hell if I know.”

“Hmm.”

“I know. He’s a weird dude. But he grows on you. He grew on me.”

I have so many questions about them right now. Like… Do you guys fuck each other? Do you ever like… give each other a little morning blow job? Or kiss? Do you kiss? And many, many more things like that.

Because all of it makes me pretty fucking hot in a way I’ve never experienced before.

But there’s a knock on the door and Wald’s voice breaks us out of our silent introspection. “You guys coming back, or what? We have a lot of memories to make.”

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Joey says. Then he takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “It’s kinda cool that we already have some real ones though, right?”

I nod. Slowly. “Sure.” Then Joey turns and he’s about to open the bathroom door up, when I say, “So that ring…”

He turns back to me. “What about it?”

“What’s it mean?”

“It means… you’re mine.”

“But—”

He leans in and kisses me. “Just to everyone else, Brooke. Don’t take it too literally.”

Buzzkill.

But he’s got my hand so I follow him back out into the living room.

Wald says, “Need to talk about it?” as he takes off his shirt and stands in front of a blank white wall with Huck, who is also shirtless, and poses for a selfie.

Jesus fucking Christ. I can’t take my eyes off them. And even though it’s Joey’s attention and offers I’m desperate for, it doesn’t feel like second best if I end up with these two in some weird triangle.

“Not yet,” I say, answering his question. “But…” I smile and shrug. “It was pretty fun.”

Huck grins, snaps a pic of himself. “We’re just getting started.”

“Take off your shirt, Joey. This is a beach shot. Do you have a bikini, Brooke?”

“Yes,” I answer immediately. I don’t know what it is about Wald that makes me snap to attention, but it works.

“Go put it on while we talk about that private island we spent a week on two years ago.”

Go put it on.

He does not even bother to add a question mark to the end of that command. Just… Go. Put. It. On.

“Now, please,” Wald says.

I glance at Joey because he’s shaking his head and grinning. Like his friend is too much.