Artemisia

“What does that mean?” I ask after our confusion clears a little bit.

Matthew sits up, wrapping his arms around me and taking my breast into his mouth. I sink my fingers into his hair, caressing him as I throw my head back.

“Don’t worry. He’ll come around,” Logan snarls, tapping his brother’s shoulder.

Matthew wraps his arms around my waist and slips into the water with me.

The warm water envelops me soothingly while we entangle ourselves in each other in a deep ...