Page 33 of F*ck You

“My point is, you don’t need to push us both away when you can have us both.” He shrugged. “At least, it doesn’t have to be serious. We could just have fun and see where this goes if you want. Either way, we’ll still be here for whatever you need.”

I nodded. “Does this mean I would have to share too? Because I’ll be straight up with you, I’m really not good with that. The last guy who thought I could share, I ended up lighting his life on fire.”

His chuckles echoed around the small cave as he looked at me. “You don’t have to share. Not if you don’t want to.”

His words circled around in my mind as I bit my lip in thought. What the hell, if I wouldn’t need to choose after all, then maybe this could work out. “Alright, well, let’s see where this goes then.” Taking his word for it and not overthinking it any more than I already had, I moved forward again. Except this time, I wasn’t tentative. This time, I hopped into his lap and straddled his waist.

If we were going to see where this went for all three of us, then I might as well go all in and stop holding back.

I threaded my fingers through his hair as my lips landed on his. He groaned and clenched his fingers until they dented into my wet suit, unable to grab onto skin. I wanted to rip it off, and instantly regretted not having jumped back from the glass bowl fast enough earlier.

Next time, I was going to wear nothing but a bathing suit. Next time, I was going to make sure we both got the satisfaction of just being able to touch each other.

Then it hit me. For the first time, I really, really wanted there to be a next time.

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