Ettore turned, snarling, completely different than how he had been with me a moment ago.
“What the fuck did you say,Stronzo?”
The lump froze and seemingly deflated, and I had to bite my lower lip to ensure that I wouldn’t laugh.
“We’ll be quieter,” I called out, and Ettore snorted and proceeded to glare at the lump as he tucked me in even more.
“Do we know his name?” I asked Ettore in a stage whisper.
“No, if you ask me, it’s asshole,Stronzo, but if his mother felt generous on the day of his birth, she may have blessed him with something else.”
I let myself sink into Ettore’s heat and fire. I was sure that there were things that I should be doing, but it was so nice just basking in Ettore’s presence, even if it was platonic.
“What did he do?”
“Other than being unconscionably rude to my little savior? Well, he tried to get the redhead to leave us on the beach likea rat-facedcoward!” He hissed the last word loudly, and the lump was very conspicuously still.
Ettore ran a fine, long-fingered hand through his hair, collecting himself slightly.
“Anyways, the redhead wasn’t having it, so, well, I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
“Do you know when he and Jin Woo will be back?
The door, which had mostly blended into the wall, swung open with a decrepit wheeze that made me worried about any strong gusts.
Two large figures bundled into the cabin and closed the door behind them with a slam that sent me wincing. The door was probably on its last screw.
Both figures began to unwrap their layers. They were odd layers: fishermen's sweaters that were falling apart, life vests that I was very familiar with, and what looked like hand-knitted shawls. When the last layers were peeled off, they revealed two men: Not-Oskar, who turned away from me the moment that he saw me, and Jin Woo.
When I was in Seattle on my rare Saturdays off, I would rarely move from the couch; instead, I would watch K-drama after K-drama; apparently, the not-too-dark plots and beautiful people soothed my soul like nothing else. One of my good friends, Sanna, also adored K-pop, and so I had consumed a good deal of it too. Jin Woo looked like he didn’t belong in the real world. He looked like the crown prince in a historical K-drama, strong but handsome in a beautiful way, or the leader of some incredibly popular K-pop group.
I had spent who knows how long pressed up against him yesterday, but I hadn’t really been able to see or appreciate all of him.
He was tall, maybe 6’4, and well built with wide shoulders; his hair was artfully tousled. He looked like a prince out of some fairy story.
When he saw Ettore and me, his face broke into an easy smile.
“Etto, Mina! You are both up! I was starting to get worried!”
“Cuore mio! You must be frozen! Come warm up with our little savior and me!”
Jin Woo leaned down and kissed Ettore on the cheek, who smiled and pulled him down so he was on the other side of me, leaning across to give him a passionate kiss, with more than a little tongue.
I would never admit it, not under pain of death or anything else, but I was breathing hard and was flushed when they finished, like a sex starved nun. Jeez, I needed to get laid.
“Such a prude my love is,” Ettore said conspiratorially. Jin Woo was blushing, his aristocratic features entirely red.
I started to get up, so that Jin Woo could be closer to Ettore and closer to the fire, but two arms pulled me back down.
“Where do you think you are going,piccola?”Said Ettore.
“Have we made you uncomfortable, Mina?” Asked Jin Woo.
Having both of them so close was doing funny things to my brain, and, well, other places.
“I thought you both might want to sit next to each other, and plus Jin Woo just got inside, he should be close to the fire.”
“How considerate.” Jin Woo smiled down at me.
