We arrive at the shop a few minutes later.
We shop for a swimsuit for me, swim trunks for them, goggles, sunscreen, beach towels, shorts, t-shirts, flip flops, and hoodies, and find ourselves on the deck of our yacht an hour later.
We’re moored not far from the shore. The house is visible in the distance, but we are far enough from the land to have some privacy and enjoy ourselves and the beautiful afternoon.
We have drinks and food on the ship, but our focus stays on the water. We’ve already changed our clothes.
I wear a two-piece swimsuit featuring a red background with white and blue stripes while they sport their swimming trunks––white shorts for Francisco and red for Alejandro.
The water is calm and not deep, but deep enough that touching the ocean floor is not possible while standing.
They dive into the water and swim away while I lie on my beach towel on the deck and look at them, finally feeling at ease.
What a good feeling it is.
I look up at the sky, and the memory of these past few days vanishes. Thinking about the past and the future is not on my list right now.
All I want is to become one with this magnificent present, absorb its silence, learn from it, and live it.
This is way better than being at the hotel, trying to comprehend things that refuse to be understood.
My eyes feel heavy as I drift off to sleep, the sounds of the ocean nestled in the back of my mind.
A few good minutes pass when water starts dripping on my skin. It jolts me out of my sleep and makes me push to my elbow, shielding my eyes against the sun.
Francisco has his hand held high.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.
“Right. Like I believe you.”
I scoot over so he can sit with me on my towel.
He lowers himself while I lie down again, looking at him and the sky.
“I’m very disappointed in you…” I murmur while he sits upright and wrings water out of his hair.
He shoots his eyes at me, a small smile flickering between his lashes.
“You have plenty of reasons to be. Just tell me which one it is,” he says, lying next to me this time and propping himself on his elbow.
“Last night,” I murmur, looking at the water drops rolling off his hair, sliding down his neck, and ending up on his pecs.
The water glints with the sun's brightness, and I am tempted to press my lips against them and break them against his skin.
I stay still while he moves his eyes to the horizon, and it looks like the ocean ripples through his eyes, his dark wet lashes only increasing that impression.
“I’m sure you’re not talking about us fucking last night.”
“It has nothing to do with that.”
His grin dies out.
“I left because I was a coward,” he says bluntly. “And there was no reason for me to be there. Roman didn’t want to truly share you with us. He mostly teased us with you… And we teased him back. Although I don’t think it worked on him. I didn’t want to share you with him either.”
“Alejandro said the same thing.”
“Yeah… And then it was Kai. But you must know about him already. Alejandro told you what went down.”