Page 163 of Wild Like Us
I told Jane that I hoped she didn’t choose Montana just out of convenience for me. If she wanted her bachelorette party in Vegas, I would’ve flown there. But she said they’d been looking for a resort-style place like the lodge, and it fit everything she wanted.
It’s five-star worthy luxury.
Considering I’ve been roughing it in a tent and then RV trailer for almost a month, I’ll gladly take some pampering.
Jane’s bachelorette party has been morning mimosas and pedicures, and now afternoon mud facials, and soon, a dip in a mud bath. Staring at my unshaven legs reminds me that I haven’t used a razor in a solid week. One day of no shaving and I’m a fucking cactus. So my hair hasgrown.
I remember the hot springs.
Five days ago, where my legs brushed up against Banks, then Akara under the water. And neither one took their hand off my leg. Banks actually pulled my legsonhis lap.
I smile.
Those memories are scorched in my brain. I want to be with Banks.
But I want to be with Akara.
You can’t have them both, Sulli.
The thought always sinks my stomach and spirits.I know I can’t be in two relationships at once. It’s different while we’re here. It’ll always be different in the privacy and beauty of the wilderness.
Home has never felt so uninviting.
I want to stay out here forever. But I’ll need to pick soon. I can only procrastinate for so long before I’m being totally unfair to Akara and Banks.
Shaking away the stress ofchoosing, I try to just enjoy this time with the bride-to-be.
Moffy asked me to plan a game for the party. My one task as a bridesmaid: I had the lodge staff print out pictures of dicks. They side-eyed me, but in my fucking defense, some were vegetables.
During pedicures, theDick or Not?game landed Moffy first place.
No one was surprised, since he’s the only guy at the bachelorette party. He’s stared at his junk his whole life.
We all fawn over Jane. As it fucking should be—she’salwaysdoting over us, but it’s really hard to get Jane to concentrate on herself.
Even on a day we planned for her. She fuels all the stories about us as if we’re the center of the universe.
Like now.
“My brother said he’s been talking to you more,” Jane says in an effervescent smile that sparkles her blue eyes. The brother she’s referring to isBeckett.Mud masks on our faces, we walk together to the poolroom inside the spa. Our next stop is the mud bath. She asks, “Have you two patched everything up?”
“Not exactly.” I pick at the dried mud on my cheek. It feels weird when I scrunch my nose. “I just call him more often.”
“You should call him today,” Jane suggests. “He might be feeling left out since he couldn’t make it here.”
I haven’t called him yet today. But I planned to do itafterthe bachelorette party. “Today is your day—”
“I don’t mind,” she cuts in. “Seeing you two be friends again would make me happy.”
It’d probably make a lot of people happy. Includingme. But I’m not sure I can click my heels and go back to the way things were.
At her persistence, I say, “Alright, I’ll be just a sec. Don’t playNever Have I Everwithout me.” I slip out of the poolroom while she heads to the mud bath. And I find some privacy in an empty massage room.
What is glaringly different: the temp bodyguard hovering around me. No Akara. No Banks. The temp is older, mid-forties, and buff like a pro-wrestler.
“I’ll probably be a few minutes,” I tell him.
He nods, scoping out the hallway.
