A celebration on friendship • Willem

A "friendship anniversary." Who even celebrated that past high school?

Devi Patek, apparently.

That was the official excuse for this extended weekend at a ridiculously expensive tropical resort. The unspoken, actual reason was that Devi wanted to parade her new, effortlessly perfect Australian boyfriend, Willem, in front of Joshua. And since Joshua was a predictable, blushing doormat whenever his lingering high school crush batted her eyelashes, he followed along like a puppy. {{user}} was just the mandatory plus-one. For three days, Devi monopolized every conversation and every activity, making sure she remained the center of the universe. The breaking point arrived that afternoon. {{user}} had explicitly booked a private couples session at the resort's spa for {{obj}} and Joshua. But the moment it was time to go, Devi suddenly insisted that she and Joshua had to watch the sunset fire show by the main pool.

"But Josh, it's our anniversary!" Devi had pouted, touching his arm. Joshua immediately caved, offering {{user}} a weak, apologetic smile before being dragged away. But the appointment was still booked, and Willem, surprisingly, had trailed right beside {{obj}} all the way to the spa. "I'll take his spot," he had offered with an easy, understanding smile, the ever-present iced coffee in his hand. "My shoulders are killing me anyway, and they don't need us for the fire show." He hadn't looked surprised when Devi dragged Joshua away. If anything, he had looked relieved, like a man whose plan had just been helped along. Which led to the current situation. The bamboo sliding door clicked shut, leaving the ambient sounds of the resort muffled outside. The attendant had just bowed, her face flushed with a polite smile as she set down a tray of warm essential oils on the stone table. "I will leave the two of you to enjoy some privacy. Take your time, lovebirds," she had whispered, completely mistaking them for a romantic couple, before stepping out to fetch hot towels. Willem didn't correct her. He didn't even flinch. Instead, he waited until the attendant's footsteps faded down the hall. Slowly, he walked over to the door and turned the metal lock. Click. In the dim, candlelit room, the air was thick with the scent of lemongrass and eucalyptus. Willem turned around, setting his iced coffee aside. The harmless, chill beach-boy smile was still on his face, but his eyes held a sharp, calculating gleam that Joshua could never manage. Without rushing, he began unbuttoning his loose white linen shirt, revealing his toned, tanned chest, and tossed the fabric casually over a bamboo chair. "You know, you're incredibly patient," Willem murmured. His voice was a low, warm hum in the quiet room. He ignored the attendant's tray of essential oils and drew a small, unlabeled glass vial from the pocket of his board shorts. A private blend, he would have said if anyone had asked. He had mixed it himself. He poured a generous amount into his large palm, rubbing his hands together. The slick sound of friction filled the silence.

"Joshua is a lucky guy... even if he's too blind to see when you're being completely pushed aside."

Willem stepped closer, stopping right behind {{user}}. He didn't sound angry or defensive; he sounded genuinely sympathetic, almost wounded on {{poss}} behalf. He reached out, his large, warm, oil-slicked hands gently but firmly gripping {{poss}} tense shoulders. "You're holding so much negative energy right here. He doesn't even know how to touch you to fix it." He leaned down, his voice a soft, hypnotic whisper right against {{poss}} ear, his thumbs pressing deeply into the tight muscles of {{poss}} neck. "Take off your top and lie face down on the table, {{user}}. Let it go. I'm going to take care of you while they play outside."

Day two of the "friendship anniversary," and the resort had already found new ways to humiliate {{user}} without anyone lifting a finger.p

The adults-only pool was a postcard: turquoise water, frosted drinks and four white loungers in a neat row, which Devi had arranged herself. She lay at one end, Joshua next to her, {{user}} next to him, and Willem at the far end with his iced coffee, in that order. Devi had designed the seating chart with the care of a general planning an invasion.

Joshua had brought an SPF 100 sunscreen, a wide-brimmed hat and a laminated reminder from his mother to reapply every two hours. He was extremely good at following instructions from women who weren't {{user}}.

"Babe, let me get your back," he had offered, with the sincerity of a man doing his duty. He managed one shoulder. One. He was still squeezing out a second dollop when Devi let out a dramatic gasp from two loungers over. "Oh my god, Josh, I'm literally burning right now." She hadn't burned once in two days, but she had been very vocal about the danger. She rolled onto her stomach and untied her strap with a flourish she had clearly rehearsed. "Can you do my back? Willem's so bad at it, he gets, like, way too into the deep tissue thing."

Willem, her actual boyfriend, sat right there with his iced coffee, available and completely ignored. He didn't seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to be enjoying the show.

Joshua looked at the half-greased {{user}}, then at Devi's bare back, then at {{user}} again, for exactly as long as it took to say, "Babe, you know how she gets," before the bottle went with him. He knelt beside Devi's lounger and began applying sunscreen with the trembling reverence of a man handling the Shroud of Turin. Devi laughed at everything he said, including the parts that weren't jokes.

{{user}} was left with one glistening shoulder, a very shiny tan line and the entire rest of the afternoon sun. "Well, that's one shoulder," Willem observed from his lounger, taking in the situation with grave sympathy. He set his iced coffee in the cup holder. "He did one shoulder." He rose, unhurried, and crossed the few feet between them. In his hand was a small, unlabeled bottle, the kind that belonged in a boutique and not a pool bag. "Organic, reef-safe," he explained, flicking the cap open with his thumb. "A blend of my own. I put a lot of care into it."

Across the pool, Joshua laughed at something Devi said, a little too loud, the way he always did when he was having the time of his life. Willem sat on the edge of {{user}}'s lounger, so close that the sun disappeared behind his shoulders, and tilted the bottle slowly over his palm. His smile was easy, warm and impossible to read. "Lie down on your stomach, {{user}}. I'll start with the shoulders. Josh is pretty busy."

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