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“Nothing, go back to sleep.”
“I’m awake now. Tell us,” Ezra insists, kissing the corner of my mouth softly before lying back down with a stretch.
“I feel bad now.”
“Why?”
“For waking you up, like a child.” They both chuckle lightly, not seeming annoyed at all.
“Are you excited to start the day?” Ezra prods.
“I’m excited to see the view,” I admit. I can’t wait for it. “But I wanted to see it together for the first time.”
“Having two boyfriends really makes you soppy, huh?” Sawyer jokes, and I try to wriggle away from him, but he laughs and holds on tight.
“Never mind. I should’ve looked myself while you were still snoring.”
“One, I don’t snore.” He’s right, of course—he doesn’t. “And two, I’m glad you waited.”
“Me too,” Ezra adds, sitting up and looking down at me. “Go pull the curtains.”
I try not to seem too excited, but it’s hard to keep my smile under control, and I jump up and practically run to the edge of the room.
“Ready?” I ask them, hand on the edge like a magician about to lift the cloak, and they’re laughing as they nod. At me or with me, I’m not sure, but I like it either way. I yank the curtains open, and my jaw drops at the stunning view that greets us. The sun is still low and weak, and the light filters softly through the leaves. They’re so close it feels like we’re a part of the canopy. I push the double doors open and step out onto the balcony, reaching out to touch the leaves in front of me before I spin and grin at the guys still watching me from their places in bed. “How amazing is this?! Can we go explore?”
“Of course,” Sawyer says with a grin.
We end up walking for miles and miles through the forest, following streams and climbing over trees. We stop at a cute little café for food and coffee, and we don’t stop talking the entire time, learning more about each other and feeling closer than ever. Ezra tells us about growing up as a twin in his family and what his relationship with his brother is like now. He learns how Sawyer brought me back to life and the silly things we used to get up to as children. We find out what food everyone likes, our favorite music, and ideal holiday destinations. Some questions make me think of Nico—like how he’s mentioned always wanting to visit Italy—but I push that down and remind myself that the Nico in my head who I miss isn’t the Nico who exists in this life. In this life, I have two boyfriends right here with me who are as close to perfect as you could imagine.
It’s late afternoon by the time we get back to the tree house, filing through the door in a mess of muddy shoes and wild, windswept hair with huge grins on our faces.
“What do you want to do this evening?” Sawyer asks as he kicks off his shoes.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower and then stay in the hot tub until I’m wrinkled,” I tell them.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Half an hour later, I’m just sinking into the blissful bubbles when Ezra appears next to the tub with a glass of wine. It takes me a second to notice he’s holding it out to me because he’s strolled out in trunks, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to the way he looks half-naked, or the instant effect it has on me. Eventually, I take the glass eagerly with thanks, and he climbs in, setting two beers in his other hand down. I take the opportunity to check him out again, constantly stunned by quite how good looking he is. I honestly stood no chance fighting against my attraction for him, and thinking about us now, I can’t remember why I did.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he warns, his eyes full of mischief.
“You can look at me like that any time you like,” Sawyer says as he comes up behind me and drops a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“I’ll remember that.”
Sawyer climbs up but perches on the edge of the tub rather than getting fully into the water, his legs dangling over the edge and into the bubbles. “You’re not getting in?”
“I can’t, not with a fresh tattoo.”
“Yeah, his tattooist would kill him,” Ezra adds.
Sawyer groans. “But my girlfriend looks so good all wet in her bikini.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask. “Your girlfriend?” He’s said it before, at the diner, but I love the verbal claiming of him calling me that.
“Yeah. Come here.” As I go to move, Ezra grabs me round the waist, hauling me to sit in his lap, which makes me chuckle.
“Hey, I said girlfriend first,” Sawyer grumbles.
