Charlie mouths something at me.
I think it'soh my god.
It might beis he?—
I look away before she can finish.
“I need to get out.” The words scrape out of me. “I'm overheating.”
“Already?” Caleb pouts. “We just started the good stuff.”
“Too much champagne.” I'm already pushingmyself up, legs trembling so badly I nearly slip. “You guys keep talking.”
Roman frowns. “You sure you're okay? You look?—”
“Fine.” I snatch a towel from the rack and bind the fucker around myself. “Just need some air.”
“There's air right here,” Nolan points out. “We're outside.”
“Different air.” I'm backing toward the lodge, refusing to look at Everett. “Colder air. Air that's not?—”
Air that's not saturated with Everett and his hands and the fact that I just came in front of my brothers.
“—so steamy,” I finish weakly.
I don't wait for a response.
I flee.
At the door, I risk one glance back.
My brothers have already moved on—Caleb gesturing wildly about how to follow up his Santa idea, Roman vetoing it, Nolan wearing his long-suffering expression.
But Everett's watching me.
Still lounging in the water. Still perfectly calm. Still looking at me like he owns me.
Like he just proved it.
And maybe he did.
I glance at my friends, Charlie raises her thermos in a silent toast. Then mouthsHoly. Shit.
I press my back against the cold glass and try to remember how to breathe.
He's going to destroy me.
And the worst part?
I already want him to do it again.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sierra
I makeit to my room, lock the door, and collapse face-first onto the bed.
My phone buzzes.
