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Chapter no 20

The Ex Vows

Our last summer at Blueย Yonder, Eli swam whenever we werenโ€™t working. Heโ€™d done the same thing every year before, but Iโ€™d never allowed myself to look at him. Or at leastย lookย at him, not like I did that summer, tracing the curves of his biceps, the soft arc that belied the immovable solidness underneath, and the bare taper of his hips. I mapped the thick swell of his thighs, the way his swim trunks plastered to them when he got out, revealing the paler, vulnerable skin where his tan faded away. Iโ€™d watched his body grow into itself year after year, and my awareness grew with it, peaking when every beautiful plane and limb of him met its full potential.

I didnโ€™t do anything with that potential then and canโ€™t do anything with it now, but as I make my way across the grass, I also canโ€™t help but feel what I did thenโ€”anticipation. Unbearable awareness. My body remembers everything that happened here, and wants everything that didnโ€™t.

Eliโ€™s already in the deep end, his chin tipped up toward the sky. He looks over his shoulder when my feet meet cement, then turns completely as I halt next to a chaise. The water ripples around him, limned with the moonlight above and the pool lights below, casting him in a captivating mix of shadow and light.

Time is bending again and I donโ€™t know which version of myself I am. I canโ€™t pick out which version Eli is either, and I donโ€™t know if that thrills me or scares me.

โ€œHey,โ€ I say stupidly, like we didnโ€™t just see each other five minutes ago.

I hug my towel to my stomach.

โ€œHey,โ€ he replies, his eyes tracing the curves my red one-piece exposes. His hands have taken every path imaginable, and he looks at me like heโ€™s remembering that. He clears his throat, drifting backward. โ€œThe waterโ€™s perfect.โ€

Itโ€™s the invitation I need. I toss my towel onto the chaise and make my way to the deep end, nearly on top of where Eliโ€™s treading water. He looks up at me. I look down at him.

Iโ€™m pretty sure heโ€™s holding his breath, so I hold mine, too. And then I jump.

When I come up for air, Eli has water running down his face.

โ€œWhat,โ€ he says, blowing out a wet, laughing breath, โ€œwas that?โ€ I slick back my hair. โ€œA cannonball.โ€

โ€œUh-huh.โ€ Itโ€™s a silky acknowledgement thatโ€™s more texture than sound; it slides over my skin like water. โ€œDonโ€™t act like that wasnโ€™t a declaration of war.โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t help that you were in my splash zone.โ€ โ€œYou madeย meย your splash zone.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s very self-important of you to think so.โ€

He grins. Itโ€™s sharklike, sharp-toothed and focused. My heart starts beating fast, latching on to anticipation of something I canโ€™t name.

Eli drifts close. Droplets of water cling to his eyelashes and the thick stubble along his jaw, glide down the pillow of his bottom lip and the length of his throat, settling into the grooves of his thin gold chain. He stops mere inches from me, then dodges left suddenly, circling to my back. The water ripples around us, his chest grazing my shoulder blades.

โ€œYou want to rumble, Georgia?โ€ he murmurs, nearly in my ear.

Itโ€™s an old, familiar question, one he used to ask whenever Iโ€™d jump in after him. It gave me the perfect excuse to put my hands all over his slick skin under the guise of roughhousing, so I always said yes.

I want to say yes again. To get him messy. Itโ€™s safe here, right? At least itโ€™s not in my bed.

Maybe he hears that, or maybe he makes the decision for us. Suddenly his arms are wrapped around my waist and heโ€™s lifting me out of the water, lobbing me like a beach ball.

I go down screaming and come up sputtering. โ€œOkay. Youโ€™reย dead.โ€

His eyes light up and then darken with intent when I advance on him, his broad shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at my awkward leap-

shuffle. I give up, diving underwater to get to him quicker. My eyes are going to burn later from keeping them open, but I want to see the body Iโ€™m about to conquer.

But my suit is a red flag, so of course he sees me coming. His hands shoot beneath the water, fingers wide and palms out as he twists his hips away from me.

I get my hands on them anyway, pushing to get him off balance, but in seconds heโ€™s got his fingers around my arms, yanking me to the surface. I come up gasping, using his body as leverage to get on his back by planting a foot on his thigh and curling over him. Itโ€™s messy businessโ€”my boob smashes into his cheek and his fingers dig into my assโ€”but I manage to plaster myself against him with a triumphant shout.

Heโ€™s laughing out loud, a beautiful sound I missed so much it momentarily stops me. But then his hands cup my thighs, hitching me up. I band one arm around his shoulder, curve my free hand around his throat.

โ€œNow what?โ€ I whisper in his ear, and suddenly neither of us are laughing.

Thereโ€™s a vibration against my palm, the kind of groan heโ€™d feed into my mouth, but held back. His voice is low and even when he says, โ€œYou tell me.โ€

I hook my legs around his waist and my heel brushes against him. I realize then that heโ€™s hard, and I stop breathing. He has to feel my heart racing against his back. He groans for real, a bitten-away sound that echoes into the silent air as his hands come around my ankles, tight. I think heโ€™s going to push me away, but he holds me there. Waiting.

I could stop. I should. But this anticipation is desperate to go somewhere finally. The last time we were here it was straightforwardโ€”he wanted me and I wanted him, but we didnโ€™t let ourselves have it. There was no history between us, though, no heartbreak, and now I feel myself craving the ability to go back there. To play it out a different way and keep doing what weโ€™re doing in the simplest terms: wanting each other here. Now. While we have the excuse to. Letting that be enough and then letting it go.

Exhaling, I focus on the nape of his neck. So vulnerable. The perfect place for my mouth.

โ€œAre you giving up?โ€ I murmur, and I almost hope he says yes. Iโ€™m scared of what I want.

His response is immediate. โ€œNo.โ€

Thereโ€™s something immovable in his voice and a spark flares in my stomach, setting fire to any leftover doubt. Heโ€™s not going anywhere.

โ€œPut your hands on me, then,โ€ I say, leaning to the side like thatโ€™ll topple him. It doesnโ€™t. โ€œItโ€™s not a real rumble if you arenโ€™t even trying.โ€

Eliโ€™s hands move fast from my ankles to my thighs and suddenly Iโ€™m being pulled around his body. He boosts me until weโ€™re nose-to-nose. Until weโ€™re lined up in a way that confirms how much he wants this.

โ€œIย amย trying,โ€ he breathes out. โ€œYou have no idea how hard Iโ€™m trying.โ€

My head tips back at the urgent press of him between my legs, but his thumb notches into the divot below my bottom lip, his fingers holding me in place for the unrelenting latch of his gaze.

A handful of seconds extend between us, the water putting its hands on each of our backs to sway us closer together. His nose grazes mine, and in the total silence surrounding us, his soft groan sounds like a sonic boom.

Itโ€™s such a needy sound, a thing I crave with a perpetually empty stomach. I chase his mouth and after a hesitant second, he gives it to me. Thereโ€™s water on his lips and mine, and it makes for a perfect slide in tandem with his desperate tongue. He makes another sound, like it hurts but itโ€™sย good. Our kisses get harder, needier, his whiskers burning my skin as his mouth traces my jaw, moves down my neck.

He asks, โ€œDo you remember our last summer here?โ€ โ€œWhโ€”what?โ€

โ€œDo you?โ€ His fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. โ€œYes.โ€ Itโ€™s a sigh, then a groan as he bites gently at my throat.

โ€œThere were so many things I wanted with you. So many ways I justย wantedย you. Itโ€™s how I feel now,โ€ he murmurs, and my heart takes off. โ€œI knew as soon as Adam asked us to come up here that it would happen and I

still did it because Iโ€”โ€ He stops, and time does, too. Iโ€™m terrified of what he could say.

Please keep it simple, I think. I tip my head back, make eye contact with a star. Wish for it.

Eli lets out a breath. โ€œBecause deep down I wanted it to. But I donโ€™t know howย youย feel. Whatย youย want. And every time I start to ask, you change the subject.โ€

My tongue is slow to form a sentence. It wants Eli, not conversation. โ€œI want to keep doing what weโ€™re doing.โ€

He pulls back, even when I grip his hair in protest, his eyes wandering over my face. That glimmer of determination is back. โ€œTry a line you didnโ€™t steal from Adam.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you see his point? This time last week we werenโ€™t even talking to each other, and now weโ€™re kicking ass together, and that was just because of a half-asleep makeout this morning.โ€

โ€œI wasnโ€™t asleep,โ€ he says stubbornly. โ€œNot even five percent.โ€ โ€œIโ€™m just saying, imagine what we could accomplish if weโ€”โ€

His eyebrows drop, his voice a warning rumble. โ€œDonโ€™t say it right now when Iโ€™m trying to have a conversation with you.โ€

โ€œYour fingers are currently digging into my ass, so youโ€™re picking a terrible time to want a conversation.โ€

โ€œWeโ€™ve been dancing around this for days,โ€ he says, unmoved. โ€œNot to therapize you, but I need you to communicate your needs. I need to know where your headโ€™s at before we do anything else, no matter how much I want it. Whatever this is, it has to be honest, because last timeโ€”โ€

โ€œOkay, okay,โ€ I interrupt. I donโ€™t want to talk about last time. Simple. Clean. No mess.

โ€œIย doย want to keep doing what weโ€™re doing, even though a week ago I couldnโ€™t have fathomed Iโ€™d be in a position to accept it,โ€ I say. โ€œBut I also recognize that weโ€™re here to help fix Adam and Graceโ€™s wedding, and that we need to concentrate on that.โ€ I swallow hard, tracing the slash of Eliโ€™s collarbones with my eyes, watching goose bumps raise on his skin. โ€œItโ€™s just hard when Iโ€™mโ€ฆโ€

He stays silent.

โ€œWhen Iโ€™m wanting this,โ€ I say, frustrated. I watch his pupils dilate, his eyes turning hungry. โ€œWanting you again, like that summer, likeโ€”โ€ย Always.ย โ€œI donโ€™t know what to do with it.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s all I can think about,โ€ he breathes out. โ€œMe, too.โ€

โ€œSo tell me what you want.โ€ โ€œIย did.โ€

โ€œSay it again,โ€ he demands.

โ€œYou.โ€ย Itโ€™s out of my mouth before I can stop it, an echo of last night when Eli was in my bed for the first time in five years, telling me with a racing heart that I was all he saw, felt, heard, tasted. Iโ€™m compelled by the low, rough texture of his voice and the way heโ€™s looking at me, like heโ€™s starving.

I lick my lips just to watch him chase the movement. โ€œI donโ€™t want to complicate things, especially in the middle of saving Adam and Graceโ€™s wedding. Thereโ€™s so much in my head and itโ€™s so messyโ€”โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s okay,โ€ he insists, and I can hear how much he believes it. But I donโ€™t.

โ€œI just know I want this right now, at least until everyone shows up. I need it to be that simple,โ€ I press on. โ€œAnd I think weโ€™re becoming friends again, and Iโ€ฆโ€

I trail off as his eyes flutter shut. Uncertainty draws a hand around my throat. โ€œOr I donโ€™t know, maybeโ€”โ€

His eyes pop open, latching on to mine, clear of any emotion. โ€œNo, we are,โ€ he says quietly. โ€œWe are.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t want this to mess with that, or with fixing the wedding. So if youโ€™re not in agreement, please get your hands off my ass, becauseโ€”โ€

He does take his hand off my ass, but just one, and only so he can wind it through my hair to keep me steady as he sucks at my bottom lip, teeth scraping. A second later, he seems to find himself again, and places the softest kiss on my top lip, then my bottom, his eyes open and searching mine, so deep and warm from beneath heavy, wet lashes.

โ€œIโ€™m in agreement,โ€ he murmurs against my mouth. โ€œWeโ€™ll do this, keep it simple.โ€

My relief is drug-like. โ€œOkay.โ€

He pulls back. โ€œBut when we leave, if weโ€™re really friends, weโ€™re not going back to the way we were before.โ€

A curl of pleasure works through me, knowing Iโ€™ll have him in some way. โ€œI know.โ€

โ€œI hated it,โ€ he says, voice low. โ€œI did, too.โ€

He takes my response for the confession it is and resolve darkens his eyes. Itโ€™s coupled with an X-ray-like awareness, like he sees the wanting in me. The fear. Like by agreeing to this, heโ€™s letting me get away with something.

Sure enough, he says, โ€œYou and I are going to have a reckoning, Georgia. It doesnโ€™t have to be this week, but itโ€™s going to happen.โ€

โ€œFine.โ€ I say it quickly, like the F-word it is, not like a promise. Reckonings are messy. They ruin things. I canโ€™t deal with that future possibility right now, and under the terms of this new agreement, I donโ€™t need to.

Itโ€™s now, not the future.ย A blissful thought. A boundary we wonโ€™t cross, no matter what Eli says.

Heโ€™s still watching me. โ€œThis is going to mean something to me.โ€ Itโ€™s a last warning, but I donโ€™t need it.

โ€œItโ€™s going to mean something to me, too.โ€ His expression slackens with relief, then tightens with a need I feel between my legs. I reach up to frame his jaw, pressing my thumb to the corner of his mouth. It lifts beneath my touch, just a millimeter. Enough to count. โ€œI mean, of course it is. Weโ€™re not strangers. Weโ€™reโ€ฆโ€

โ€œUs.โ€

That single word fuses me to him. A tiny voice whispers,ย oh hell, but I push it away. โ€œWeโ€™re us.โ€

He lets out a soft, slow breath. And then he says, โ€œThen thatโ€™s enough.โ€

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