Page 99 of Totally Wrecked
Killian pulls me closer, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Choose happiness,” he says, then pulls me into a deep, deep kiss.
Choose happiness?
So much of my life has been out of my control. It’s weird the idea of someone giving me a choice, and one of those choices is happiness.
Fuck, what kind of idiot doesn’t choose happiness?
DAISY
We’ve just finished up our evening meal when I get accosted by Leander and Killian.
“Walk with us!” Leander says, picking up my hand and swinging it.
“It’ll be dark soon,” I tell him. I never shy away from Leander, but I’m not sure if I am ready to be intimate with him, or with Killian.
I’ve been brushing off any sexy advances over the last couple of weeks. How could I explain away the bruising? My soreness? My broken spirit?
“Nonsense, macushla,” Killian says, taking my other hand. “Me and Lea just need some Daisy time. We’re worried about you, so please walk with us. Just a walk and a talk and a cuddle.”
They are worried about me?
I thought I’d done a good job of hiding my sadness, but obviously not. With a groan, I get to my feet. I wish I could just tell them everything and let them hold me, make it all better. I want to cry in Killian’s arms while Leander kisses me gently and strokes my hair.
But I can’t.
“OK, let’s walk and talk.”
We wander along the shoreline, hand in hand in hand, our toes sinking into the wet sand. In the real world, we wouldn’t be able to do this, just be a throuple. People find things like that weird, and who would want to employ a children’s librarian who had two male lovers?
But on our island, the usual rules don’t apply.
If the Harvey situation had happened in the real world? I still wouldn’t have said anything…not his fault…but I would have seen a therapist and talked privately with someone like that. And I would have seen a doctor, and asked to get tested—and get some ice packs and ruddy neosporin cream.
I realize that we’ve stopped walking and the two guys are looking at me. I’d disappeared into my own head—how long had they been waiting for me to respond?
“What was the question again?”
“Daisy, we were asking if you are upset because of me and Gray?” Killian says.
Upset because of him and Gray? Killian had already told me that he and Gray had been intimate, and that he really liked Gray. I wasn’t upset by that at all.
“No, of course not. I think it’s lovely that you like each other,” I tell him, one hundred percent truthfully.
“Because it’s not like I’m choosing Gray over you, you know that right? I like you both equally—is that OK?”
It is totally OK. I’m happy for them. Our world is so upside down right now that we should all cling on to any happiness we can find.
I turn to Killian and pull his face close to mine. From somewhere deep inside of me a truth comes pouring out, that up until now I hadn’t even acknowledged to myself.
“Dear sweet Killian. What we have between us is undeniable. When we got together in Samoa, it was like we have known each other our whole lives. You loving Gray doesn’t take away from that. I mean, sometimes I feel like I’ve known Gray my whole life as well. So please, please, just love me and Gray as much as you can. I think we both want and need that from you.”
He leans in and kisses me deeply, so deeply, the kiss speaking every word that needs to be said.
I feel a hand stroking my wrist. I turn to see Leander, he is watching us with such a sweet smile on his face. Then he grins. “You said the L word!”
He’s not wrong. I feel the L word, strongly.
