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"And hey." Keanu wraps around me from behind. "Worst case? We're stranded on a tropical island paradise with a yacht full of food. And rum."
"There's rum?"
"So much rum."
I look between them, Noa steady as a rock, Josh practically bouncing with excitement, Keanu grinning like he's a storm chaser in a category five a hurricane.
They're right. A few hours changes nothing. Breathe.
"Well then." I wring water from my hair. "Guess we better figure out how to stay warm."
Keanu's laugh rumbles through his chest into my back. "Oh, Sunshine. I've got about twelve ideas."
"Only twelve?" Noa's smile turns dangerous. "Amateur."
"Guys." I turn in their arms, looking up at all three. "Let's start with getting out of these wet clothes."
Josh makes a choking sound. Keanu whoops. Noa's eyes go dark.
Thunder crashes overhead and I shiver, goosebumps rising. But looking at them, I know we're about to generate plenty of heat…
Chapter thirty-four
Mia
I scrub my teeth with a bamboo toothbrush from the yacht's toiletry kit, still wrapped in a towel from my shower. Steam fogs the small bathroom mirror, and droplets of water trail down my shoulders. The rain drums against the hull, but the yacht's heating system makes everything feel cozy despite the storm raging outside.
"—and that's why we need to watch it. It's a classic!" Keanu's voice filters through the bathroom door.
"It's terrible," Noa counters, but there's warmth threading through his tone.
"It's brilliantly terrible," Josh corrects. "There's a difference."
My reflection grins back at me. A 'pajama party.' During a tropical storm. When Keanu suggested it twenty minutes ago, bouncing around like an excited kid—"We're stuck here, we've got movies, why not make it fun?"—I laughed. But now, after taking a relaxing steaming shower, I have to say I'm quite looking forward to it.
I rinse, spit, and reach for the emergency clothes we found. The only thing that came close to fitting. Cotton shorts coveredin tiny pineapples that barely reach mid-thigh. A matching tank top that's definitely a size too big, constantly sliding off my left shoulder no matter how many times I adjust it.
Guess it's kind of cute.I shrug at my reflection.
Opening the bathroom door, my breath catches.
The spacious living room glows with warm amber light. They've transformed the space with cushions and pillows dragged from the bedrooms, blankets spread across the floor too, creating what looks like a cozy nest. My omega purrs at the sight, though I immediately want to adjust that pillow there, fluff that blanket just so. But then my attention shifts to my alphas, and my teeth find my lower lip instinctively.
Keanu sprawls across the cushions in board shorts and nothing else. Josh sits cross-legged in plaid pajama pants and a Berkeley t-shirt that clings to his shoulders. Noa leans against the wall in grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, his tank top displaying every line of muscle in his arms.
My mouth goes dry. The thin fabric of their pants does nothing to hide their thick alpha endowments, and I'm staring so intently I don't immediately notice the sudden, appreciative silence.
"Mia." Josh's voice cracks. His gaze locks onto my bare shoulder, follows the loose neckline, drops to my legs.
"That's..." Keanu pushes up on his elbows, mouth slightly open. "Those are cute pajamas."
"Emergency supplies coming through." The words come out breathier than intended.
Noa's eyes start at my feet, travel up slowly, deliberately. When he finally meets my gaze, his pupils are blown wide. "Come here."
My feet move without conscious thought, but I stop at the edge of the nest. "Wait, let me just—" I lean down, rearranging pillows, pulling a blanket to the center, fluffing cushions. "There. Perfect."
Three pairs of hands reach for me simultaneously, eager but gentle, pulling me down into the nest. I sink onto the cushions between them, hyperaware of every point of contact: my bare leg against Keanu's warm skin, Josh's shoulder pressing into mine, Noa shifting to settle behind me.
