But I didn't.
There was this moment where I looked over at Jett, and all I could feel was how much I love him and how fucked off I am at him for making things so hard between us. And it was that mixof sap and frustration that compelled me to ravage him the way I did.
The thing is, I don't regret it. It'll probably never happen again, so at least I can say that I kissed him once. And yes, I hear how pathetic that sounds. But it's true.
After a few more jumps, Reeve suggests having some lunch. More food awaited us this morning outside the front door, and Farrah really outdid herself with this picnic spread, a charcuterie loaded with cured meats and cheeses, turkey and veggie sandwiches, crackers, fresh fruit, and freshly made lemonade.
Good food. Good weather. Good company. All in all, this is turning out to be an amazing day.
15
Reeve
Granny, as always, was right. A bit of time out in nature has done wonders for Wilkin and Jett.
Yesterday at the waterfall was great. We all had fun, and there was hardly any trace of whatever the issue between them is. And there's something about the energy between the three of us that is unlike anything I've ever experienced before.
That same energy has continued into today. It's the first day where I don't have anything planned. So far, we've spent the morning catching some rays since it's meant to get cloudy come the afternoon, talking, and just hanging out and having a nice time.
I'm enjoying getting to know them both better, their distinct personalities coming into sharper focus. Jett is the wilder one for sure, throwing himself in danger's way and seemingly not giving a fuck. But he does have a softer side. It comes out when he smiles, when he reveals something personal about himself, when his eyes linger on Wilkin for a moment longer than necessary.
Wilkin may appear more reserved, and to some extent, he is. But just because he doesn't want to hurl himself off a ledge beside a waterfall or walk backward along an uneven hiking trail doesn't mean he's a wallflower. He's whip-smart, makes the funniest snide remarks, and let's not forget, he kissed the ever-loving heck out of Jett two nights ago.
Am I hoping for a repeat of that? Given how well things are going,hell yeah!
I'm now confident that if we did go farther, it would only cement the good vibes growing between them. It'd be my good deed for the day. And hey, if along the way, my cock happens to get lavished with attention by two guys I'm insanely attracted to, then lucky me!
"Can I ask you something, Wilkin?" Jett asks.
We've finished sipping on some of the best-tasting homemade iced tea ever known to humankind—I'm insisting Granny give Farrah a raise when we get back—and are lying out on a blanket on the grass, soaking up the sun. I'm in the middle, Jett's on my left, and Wilkin's on my right.
"Sure," Wilkin replies, his eyes closed, the sun illuminating his handsome features gloriously.
"It's something I picked up on yesterday. It's probably nothing."
"Okay."
I glance over at Jett. He's frowning, chewing on his bottom lip. Looks like he's having a hard time saying whatever it is he wants to say.
Eventually, he finds his words. "What did you not say when Reeve asked you if there was anything else about me getting the job onKUWTV?"
Wilkin sits up. "What are you talking about?"
Jett sits up too and repeats the question, adding, "You have a tell, the hair flick, for when you want to say something but hold back."
"I don't think that's true," he says, lifting his hand to his hair then quickly realizing what he was about to do and dropping it.
"Okay, see, I thought I was clutching at straws, but now I think I'm onto something. Just tell me what it is."
"It's nothing."
"Which means it's something."
"It's not."
"Then if it's nothing, tell me."
I'm getting whiplash, my head whizzing from left to right as they spar.
