Serves him right.
I take another bite of my food and wonder if I could have fucked up any worse than I already have.
This is a disaster of a family vacation.
34
DOUBLE YOUR STANDARDS
AmI having a breakdown in this bathroom that looked like the beach threw up in it? Yes?
How the hell am I supposed to go out there and show my face when their mother just politely asked me if I’m fucking both of her sons. The answer? Yes, clearly I’m fucking them both, but are we more?
I’ll just die in this bathroom. At least there’s pretty baskets full of shells for me to admire in my last moments.
Here lies Doctor Katherine Janette Morley, cause of death? Embarrassment mixed with confusion.
Why…why the fuck did I agree to come on this trip? Part of it was post-pegging bliss with Ben and how sweetly he asked, in combination with the tender sex I had with Gavin when he initially asked me to go.
When I pulled away from the situation, my plan was to take a step back and just accept that this could never be anything more than it ever was. And then…then I gave in, because I didn’t want this to end. Then Gavin shocks me on the way here, saying we’re not just friends and then his mother asks me which one of her sons I’m fucking.
What a complete nightmare.
I’m scrolling on my phone, seeing when the earliest flight out of paradise is when there’s a little tapping of knuckles against the door.
“Kate, can I come in?” he asks.
I know it’s Ben, because Gavin wouldn’t have asked.
I take a deep breath, cracking the door open, and go back to sitting on top of the closed toilet seat.
“You okay?” he asks, getting down on his haunches and rubbing my thighs.
“I shouldn’t have come, Ben. This is…it’s too much.”
“My family or what Gavin said?” he asks, and I search his face before looking away.
“I don’t know, both.”
“If it’s about my family, that’s just how we express our love by giving each other shit. My parents aren’t blind and they aren’t judgmental. Even if I want to slap Lincoln right now, I really owe him a thank you for breaking them in when it comes to out of the box relationship dynamics.”
I clear my throat and look at him. “And what Gavin said?”
“I don’t know if talking about how I feel about you in the powder room is the best place, but I feel the same, Kate. You haven’t been just my friend for a long time. Is…do you not feel the same?” he asks, so softly if I wasn’t so intently watching him speak, I’m not sure I would have heard it.
I immediately run my hand through his hair before cupping his jaw.
“No, you’re right, we haven’t been just friends for a long time.”
He takes a deep breath of relief, nuzzling against my hand and squeezing my thighs tighter.
“Are you worried about what my family thinks, about what other people will think?”
I know my face is flushed; I hate admitting that I care what people think and instead of saying anything out loud, I just nod.
“Alright, well, I think that’s something we can work through, if you’re willing.”
Am I willing? The answer is a resounding yes. No one has ever made me feel the way these two do. I know Savannah and Chelsea won’t be going anywhere, so I shouldn’t give a shit about people who don’t affect my daily life.
