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Don’t get me wrong. The Med is beautiful. And the fact I’ve had the trip of a lifetime for free under the most luxurious circumstances possible isn’t lost on me. However, there’s no place like home really, is there?
“I’ve never understood why they call it a poop deck.”
I turn and find Flynn at the top of the stairs, leaning on the railing with a smirk on his lips. His linen shirt is unbuttoned just enough to make me shiver at the anticipation of ripping it off him, and he has a cocktail in one hand, muddled with melting ice. “I don’t think they call it a poop deck on luxury yachts,” I say wryly.
“You think they only save that for naval warships and fishing vessels?” he says, wandering further onto the deck.
I lean back and stretch my body out long. I’m wearing a dress Flynn picked out for me. White and blue stripes.VeryMartha’s Vineyard. The expectations of changing outfits so many times every day have left me with an empty suitcase, and honestly, I don’t mind indulging him now. “You really want to come up here and start talking to me about apoopdeck?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I ruining the moment or something?” Flynn asks, pulling one knee up on the bunny pad.
“Kind of! Me, the stars, the moon.”
“A threesome.”
“Precisely.”
Flynn downs the rest of his drink and puts it down on the deck before crawling up onto the bunny pad. “Is there room for one more?”
“Maybe,” I say, eyeing him carefully.
Flynn sidles in between my legs, lingering over me. “What if I say please?” he asks and then kisses my collarbone.
“Flynn…” I say with a sigh. There’s so much more I want to say. All that I can manifest is his name.
“I get it, I get it. Not trying to force anything,” he says, rolling onto his side next to me. I can feel his blue eyes staring at my face, waiting for me to look at him. “What’s wrong, Stella?”
My body tightens at the sound of him saying my name.
Flynn hesitantly wraps his arm around my middle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him frown. “Did I do something?”
I feel tears well up in my eyes. “No, you didn’t.”
“You’re crying.”
Not yet. Tears haven’t started to fall. But I’m nearly there. And he’s noticed.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head and blink to set my tears free. “Just hold me. Please, just hold me.”
Flynn engulfs me in his embrace, his height making me feel so small and safe in his arms. “What’s wrong, Stella? Please tell me.”
I bury my face in his chest and sob.
He splays a hand out against my back.
“I don’t want to go. I don’t want…” I lift my head. God, I probably look like a wreck, all snotty and tear-stained. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Flynn pinches my chin between his fingers. I’m expecting him to tell me that this is the way it must be. It’s what we agreed upon. There’s no world in which Stella-and-Flynn exist outside of the Mediterranean. “I don’t want to lose you either.”
I stare at him. “What?”
He brushes a few tears from my cheeks. “I don’t want this to end, Stella.”
My mouth falls open. I wait for him to add, “But we can’t,” or something that would inevitably break my heart. But he doesn’t. In fact, I can tell he’s at a loss for words himself. Didn’t expect to say that out loud.
What else can I do but reward him with a kiss?
