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"You don't think that's flirting with danger?" I ask, but my mind is already demanding I accept their offer.
"Danger of what?" Ezekiel questions right back.
I decide to just say what my fear is, desperate for them to say some words that will soothe this uncertainty in me, so I can tell them yes.
"Of feelings getting involved. Of hearts getting involved. Of things growing beyond the bedroom and just fucking up everything."
"Would that be so horrible, Lexa?" Jeremiah asks.
"Yes. I have absolutely no want whatsoever to love the two of you."
I don't expect Ezekiel's eyes to narrow or the scowl that his lip curls into. "Because what would people think, right? About you being with two men?"
My head snaps back in surprise at his words. "What? That's not what I meant."
"Zek," Jeremiah mumbles.
Ezekiel looks over my head at his brother and whatever passes between them has Ezekiel's shoulders loosening, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath. What the hell was that all about?
"Well, there is zero chance of feelings developing," Ezekiel says. "So, does that mean you'll be at our house this weekend?"
I remain silent for a moment, looking at Ezekiel, feeling Jeremiah's presence behind me. The answer is easy in the way that I'm wishing they would just fuck me right now. Rip my bikini bottom off and share me right in this water.
"Yes," I answer.
Ezekiel smiles, a genuine smile, even if it is small. "I'll make sure to roll out the red carpet for you."
"Just roll your tongue and your hips. That's all I need from you."
He groans. "Oh, how I love when you make sexy jokes. See you soon, Queen Lexa."
He disappears under the water, body cutting through the pool until he's at the other end. I turn around to face Jeremiah.
"What was that about?" I ask. "The way he acted when he thought I was saying the issue was you two instead of...all men?"
Jeremiah looks away for the first time. "That's his story to tell."
"But there is a story?"
"Do you care?" He doesn't ask in a mean way, more like he's wondering if I'm asking because I truly want to know.
And I do want to know, but him asking if I do reminds me that I shouldn't. That I have no right to. I made the rules here, after all.
No Feelings.
"I'll see you this weekend," I say instead, putting distance between us.
He tilts his head like he knows exactly why I'm doing it. His smirk says he'll let me run...for now.
Leaving the resort and the island, the flight back, it all seems like a blur caused by the utter exhaustion of finally being done with the wedding planning that has consumed my life for the past few months. Between getting real sleep for the first time in nearly just as long and catching up on all the things I've ignored while planning the wedding, the weekend seems to catch up on me. I'm not even sure of what day it is until I see an incoming call from my mother. She calls every Sunday, without fail, ever since I moved out to go to college, and left her in the house all alone. Well, that's how she liked to put it, but I knew she never stayed alone for long.
"Hey, Mom," I answer.
"My Lexa Girl." I can hear the smile in her voice, making my own lips curve up. "How was the wedding?"
"It was so beautiful. Went off without a hitch."
"Of course, it did. You planned it."
