“Please, but first.” I wrap my arms around him, pressing my cheek to his chest.
He lifts me and sits me on the counter and moves in between my legs, kissing my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. It’s a soft, but passionate kiss as his hands knead my thighs.
When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to mine. “What are you doing?” he whispers.
“I was coming in here to help you.”
“That’s not what I mean,” his voice lowers, so it’s barely audible.
Oh. He means with Jax.
My pulse starts to quicken. I don’t know if I want to tell him what I’m doing because I don’t want him to try to talk me out of it, or say it’s not a good idea, or that it won’t happen. Deep down, I believe it will and want to see if it will just happen organically. Well, maybe with a small nudge to show them - him - it’s ok.
“Nothing.” I smile.
He pulls away, tilting his head to the side. “Ev.”
All he says is my name. He doesn’t push or try to stop me.
“That’s weird,” Lizzy announces, walking into the kitchen, pulling our attention.
“What?” I ask, hopping down from the counter.
“It’s raining outside. It wasn’t supposed to this week.”
“We’re at the beach,” Emmett says.
“So? I trust my handy dandy weather guy Brad P. to never lead me astray.”
“It’s like a crap shoot every day for them.”
“What crawled up your butt and died?” Lizzy retorts.
Emmett just looks at her from the stove, but doesn’t respond.
“Well, you know what this means,” Lizzy continues.
“What?” I ask, knowing good and goddamn well what she’s about to say, but I’m a masochist and also need validation.
“Bad joo-joo.”
“What?” Emmett barks, unable to contain himself as he dumps the vegetables into a pan.
“Bad joo-joo,” Lizzy repeats, as if he didn’t hear her the first time. His eyebrows perk up, waiting for more of an explanation. “Bad luck. It’s a sign from Mother Nature.”
“Well, my mother showing up would be bad joo-joo.”
“I still can’t believe my brother from another mother did that!” She shakes her head in disbelief.
“Jesus fuck. Are we still on this?” Beckett asks, walking into the room.
“Yes! It’s the reason it’s raining outside.”
“It’s raining?” Will asks, peeking around our shoulders. “It wasn’t supposed to rain this week.”
“Thank you!” Lizzy shouts, holding her arms out to Will. “That’s why he’s my beau FF.”
“Wait.” Beckett rubs his hands through his hair. “You’re telling me you think it’s raining right now, when it wasn’t supposed to rain, because I quasi-invited mother dearest to our love shack?”
