Love or Lust (LOL): Part 1

Hell, the thought of coming here had my chest constricting.

“I think he saw, and for that I’m sorry, but I’m not sorry I kissed you,” Lennon says from behind me, his arms still wrapped around my waist as we stand in the pool, the water resting just beneath my breasts.

“I’m going to end up kissing him too, you know that, right?”

I didn’t say it to be mean or start a fight between the two of them. Like I tried to explain to them last night, I’m not theirs to claim. I said it because I wanted to make sure he wasn’t caught off guard the way I’m sure Jace was when he saw us, considering he’s the only one not in the pool, busying himself behind the bar, his back to us.

“I know but I wanted to be the first, and I want to be the last. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m in this to win it, Presley. You may not want to be the prize, but in my mind, you are. If you leave, there’s no reason for me to stay.“

“You don’t know that yet. Give it a chance. You may be surprised by the rest of the girls. Maybe one of them is your perfect match.”

Dear God, I hope not. Why did I even say that? I don’t want to see him kissing any of them anymore than he wants to see me kiss Jace.

That’s the moment I realize this is going to be harder than I imagined. I don’t want either of them to kiss anyone but me. It’s selfish and I know it.

The reason this is a game is because there are winners and there are losers. Even if I am the last woman standing, it may not be Jace or Lennon standing with me, and if I am lucky enough to be staring into one of their eyes, that means the other person lost.

Naomi is going to eat this shit up when I tell her. Not only am I now ready to fight like hell to get to the end should they decide not to kick me off tomorrow, but I am a woman on a mission. My only goal is to make sure it’s Jace or Lennon is standing next to me.

Love or lust. I’ll take either.