Love or Lust (LOL): Part 3

Day 35

Our second themed pool party.I get why they theme them, and they’re fun but not necessary. In my mind, I guess, it’s just another way to control us. What we wear. What happens at the party.

Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started writing a script and handing them out for us.

Memorize your lines. Don’t say anything else.

Ha! The thought makes me giggle while I wait for Jace to change into his toga. Sans undies.

He’s still not excited about it.

Actually, that’s not true. He was excited a few minutes ago when I changed into my outfit. Very excited. There’s no way he would have been able to hide his reaction to seeing me for the first time if he was only wearing a white sheet.

Which is why I changed first. So he could get over the way I looked and try to get himself under control.

“Are you almost ready? We’re going to be late, and I think I’ve pissed Claudia off enough this week.” I holler from the kitchen as I grab two bottles of water from the refrigerator.

Not that I care if I’m on Claudia’s naughty list. I’m pretty sure I’ve been on it since the first week. No sense in worrying about it now. There’s only a little over a week left, and that’s if they don’t find a way to kick me off tomorrow.

I’d rather go out with a bang.

Let’s just say I’m out of fucks to give.

I think that’s what Naomi says all the time when she doesn’t care about something. I’ll have to remember to ask the next time I talk to her.

“If you keep bending over like that, we’re never going to be able to leave,” Jace says from behind me. When I turn, I find him looking deliciously handsome, the stark white of the sheet standing out against his bronzed skin. The toga is draped across his right shoulder and cinched at his waist, most of his chest and part of his abs on display.

“You look hot,” I say, handing him an ice-cold bottle of water when he approaches. He ignores the bottle and places his hands on my waist. “Are you trying to make us late?”

“I can’t help myself. I think they did this on purpose.”

“Did what?” I ask innocently as I bat my eyelashes at him.

“You know exactly what.” He presses his lips against mine. “I’m going to go nuts not being able to touch you tonight.”

“And why can’t you touch me? I didn’t see that in the rulebook. Unless they left out another page,” I joke.

“You know what happens every time I touch you. Every time you’re in the room,” he replies, pulling me hard against his body. “Tonight is going to be pure torture.”

“Until it’s over,” I note.

I made Jace a promise before coming out of my room after getting changed. If he behaved himself tonight at the party, he’d be handsomely rewarded when it was all over. His prize?

Me.

In my costume, without my bikini bottoms.

Him in his.

“Keep reminding me and I’m going to claim my reward before we leave.” His threat has merit, but we both know there’s no time for that.

If there’s one thing I can say about being with Jace, it’s never over quick. Amazing. Passion. Sensual. Greedy. But... quick? Not a chance. Even when we’re in the shower and it feels like it’s over fast, the waters always cold by the time we’re both sated.

I called him out on it last time, and his reply made me laugh. “I’m savoring every moment with you.”

After swatting Jace’s hands away when they start to roam beneath my toga, we gather up the few things Jace needs to play bartender tonight and head to the pool.

It’s been transformed into a Greek paradise.