Page 24 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“Hey now, don’t knock it till you try it. I could see you rocking black leather boots with that hair.”

She shakes her head and I laugh, taking another sip of sparkling wine that tingles my nose.

“Enough about me and my ‘daddy issues’, how are things going for you? Arrow is out here walking around like a slapped puppy because he misses you so bloody much.”

A grin spreads across my face. “Really?”

“If you don’t get back here soon, he might just actually lose it.”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Even if I said no, you’d still tell me.”

Biting my lip, I reply, “Yeah, but this one is kind of serious.”

Nessa settles back, getting much more comfortable in the tub. I don’t know what’s in the rocks glass she’s sipping on, but she seems to be more relaxed, so it must be working.

“Go on then.”

Topping up my glass of champagne, I try to find the right words.

“I think I may be starting to have feelings for Havoc.”

She nearly shoots up out of the water. “What the hell? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

My face must say it all because she seems to understand right away. She slides back under the bubbles and we don’t mention the fact that I just saw her tits, or the very impressive Celtic knot sternum tattoo she has.

“You like them both, don’t you?”

I nod. “It’s weird. I don’t know how it happened, but I feel a pull to both of them. I don’t want to have to choose.”

“What is it with everyone around me living some kind of reverse harem novel?”

“A reverse harem is three men, Ness. This would be poly, it’s different.”

“Either way, I want to know how I get one of those.” She dramatically sighs, and we both giggle. "Anyway, what does Evie say?”

“She’s Evie. I’m not like her. She wants me to tell them what I want, to grab it by the balls and take it. I don’t know how to do that.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

I sit back in the water, splashing some over the side with my dramatics.

“I don’t know.”

We sit there in silence for a minute before Nessa breaks it.

“These lives we live really are fucked, aren’t they?”

“Tell me about it.”

Well, this is not going how I planned. I wanted a fun chat with a friend, not this moody mess of a mud puddle.

“Oh, I have an idea for when we get back to the island,” I say, nearly dropping my phone into the water with my sloppy movements.

Nessa perks up at this. “Okay, give me the details.”

“Alright, so I’ve been thinking.”

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