Our last summer at Blueย Yonder, Eli swam whenever we werenโt working. Heโd done the same thing every year before, but Iโd 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. Iโd 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 didnโt do anything with that potential then and canโt do anything with it now, but as I make my way across the grass, I also canโt help but feel what I did thenโanticipation. Unbearable awareness. My body remembers everything that happened here, and wants everything that didnโt.
Eliโs 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 donโt know which version of myself I am. I canโt pick out which version Eli is either, and I donโt know if that thrills me or scares me.
โHey,โ I say stupidly, like we didnโt just see each other five minutes ago.
I hug my towel to my stomach.
โHey,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 heโs remembering that. He clears his throat, drifting backward. โThe waterโs perfect.โ
Itโs the invitation I need. I toss my towel onto the chaise and make my way to the deep end, nearly on top of where Eliโs treading water. He looks up at me. I look down at him.
Iโm pretty sure heโs 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.
โWhat,โ he says, blowing out a wet, laughing breath, โwas that?โ I slick back my hair. โA cannonball.โ
โUh-huh.โ Itโs a silky acknowledgement thatโs more texture than sound; it slides over my skin like water. โDonโt act like that wasnโt a declaration of war.โ
โI canโt help that you were in my splash zone.โ โYou madeย meย your splash zone.โ
โThatโs very self-important of you to think so.โ
He grins. Itโs sharklike, sharp-toothed and focused. My heart starts beating fast, latching on to anticipation of something I canโt 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.
โYou want to rumble, Georgia?โ he murmurs, nearly in my ear.
Itโs an old, familiar question, one he used to ask whenever Iโd 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. Itโs safe here, right? At least itโs 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 heโs lifting me out of the water, lobbing me like a beach ball.
I go down screaming and come up sputtering. โOkay. Youโreย 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 Iโm 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 heโs 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. Itโs messy businessโmy boob smashes into his cheek and his fingers dig into my assโbut I manage to plaster myself against him with a triumphant shout.
Heโs 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.
โNow what?โ I whisper in his ear, and suddenly neither of us are laughing.
Thereโs a vibration against my palm, the kind of groan heโd feed into my mouth, but held back. His voice is low and even when he says, โYou tell me.โ
I hook my legs around his waist and my heel brushes against him. I realize then that heโs 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 heโs 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 straightforwardโhe wanted me and I wanted him, but we didnโt 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 weโre 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.
โAre you giving up?โ I murmur, and I almost hope he says yes. Iโm scared of what I want.
His response is immediate. โNo.โ
Thereโs something immovable in his voice and a spark flares in my stomach, setting fire to any leftover doubt. Heโs not going anywhere.
โPut your hands on me, then,โ I say, leaning to the side like thatโll topple him. It doesnโt. โItโs not a real rumble if you arenโt even trying.โ
Eliโs hands move fast from my ankles to my thighs and suddenly Iโm being pulled around his body. He boosts me until weโre nose-to-nose. Until weโre lined up in a way that confirms how much he wants this.
โIย amย trying,โ he breathes out. โYou have no idea how hard Iโm 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.
Itโs 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. Thereโs 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 itโsย good. Our kisses get harder, needier, his whiskers burning my skin as his mouth traces my jaw, moves down my neck.
He asks, โDo you remember our last summer here?โ โWhโwhat?โ
โDo you?โ His fingers dig into my thighs, pulling me closer. โYes.โ Itโs a sigh, then a groan as he bites gently at my throat.
โThere were so many things I wanted with you. So many ways I justย wantedย you. Itโs how I feel now,โ he murmurs, and my heart takes off. โI knew as soon as Adam asked us to come up here that it would happen and I
still did it because Iโโ He stops, and time does, too. Iโm 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. โBecause deep down I wanted it to. But I donโt 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. โI want to keep doing what weโre 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. โTry a line you didnโt steal from Adam.โ
โDonโt you see his point? This time last week we werenโt even talking to each other, and now weโre kicking ass together, and that was just because of a half-asleep makeout this morning.โ
โI wasnโt asleep,โ he says stubbornly. โNot even five percent.โ โIโm just saying, imagine what we could accomplish if weโโ
His eyebrows drop, his voice a warning rumble. โDonโt say it right now when Iโm trying to have a conversation with you.โ
โYour fingers are currently digging into my ass, so youโre picking a terrible time to want a conversation.โ
โWeโve been dancing around this for days,โ he says, unmoved. โNot to therapize you, but I need you to communicate your needs. I need to know where your headโs at before we do anything else, no matter how much I want it. Whatever this is, it has to be honest, because last timeโโ
โOkay, okay,โ I interrupt. I donโt want to talk about last time. Simple. Clean. No mess.
โIย doย want to keep doing what weโre doing, even though a week ago I couldnโt have fathomed Iโd be in a position to accept it,โ I say. โBut I also recognize that weโre here to help fix Adam and Graceโs wedding, and that we need to concentrate on that.โ I swallow hard, tracing the slash of Eliโs collarbones with my eyes, watching goose bumps raise on his skin. โItโs just hard when Iโmโฆโ
He stays silent.
โWhen Iโm wanting this,โ I say, frustrated. I watch his pupils dilate, his eyes turning hungry. โWanting you again, like that summer, likeโโย Always.ย โI donโt know what to do with it.โ
โItโs all I can think about,โ he breathes out. โMe, too.โ
โSo tell me what you want.โ โIย did.โ
โSay it again,โ he demands.
โYou.โย Itโs 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. Iโm compelled by the low, rough texture of his voice and the way heโs looking at me, like heโs starving.
I lick my lips just to watch him chase the movement. โI donโt want to complicate things, especially in the middle of saving Adam and Graceโs wedding. Thereโs so much in my head and itโs so messyโโ
โThatโs okay,โ he insists, and I can hear how much he believes it. But I donโt.
โI just know I want this right now, at least until everyone shows up. I need it to be that simple,โ I press on. โAnd I think weโre becoming friends again, and Iโฆโ
I trail off as his eyes flutter shut. Uncertainty draws a hand around my throat. โOr I donโt know, maybeโโ
His eyes pop open, latching on to mine, clear of any emotion. โNo, we are,โ he says quietly. โWe are.โ
โI donโt want this to mess with that, or with fixing the wedding. So if youโre not in agreement, please get your hands off my ass, becauseโโ
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.
โIโm in agreement,โ he murmurs against my mouth. โWeโll do this, keep it simple.โ
My relief is drug-like. โOkay.โ
He pulls back. โBut when we leave, if weโre really friends, weโre not going back to the way we were before.โ
A curl of pleasure works through me, knowing Iโll have him in some way. โI know.โ
โI hated it,โ he says, voice low. โI did, too.โ
He takes my response for the confession it is and resolve darkens his eyes. Itโs coupled with an X-ray-like awareness, like he sees the wanting in me. The fear. Like by agreeing to this, heโs letting me get away with something.
Sure enough, he says, โYou and I are going to have a reckoning, Georgia. It doesnโt have to be this week, but itโs going to happen.โ
โFine.โ I say it quickly, like the F-word it is, not like a promise. Reckonings are messy. They ruin things. I canโt deal with that future possibility right now, and under the terms of this new agreement, I donโt need to.
Itโs now, not the future.ย A blissful thought. A boundary we wonโt cross, no matter what Eli says.
Heโs still watching me. โThis is going to mean something to me.โ Itโs a last warning, but I donโt need it.
โItโs 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. โI mean, of course it is. Weโre not strangers. Weโreโฆโ
โUs.โ
That single word fuses me to him. A tiny voice whispers,ย oh hell, but I push it away. โWeโre us.โ
He lets out a soft, slow breath. And then he says, โThen thatโs enough.โ