Page 104 of Fighting the Odds

“There are things I want to say and I want you to listen. I need to get them all out.” I gaze into his piercing brown eyes, the tiny dimples in his cheeks winking at me.

“Okay,” he gulps.

“When I first met you, I was attracted to you. You’re just as handsome as your brother. I actually thought you were him at first. But when I saw you side by side, it was easy to see the differences. The slight difference in stature, the way you hold yourselves, the look of your eyes. They’re so very different, proving although you look the same, you are very different people. But then you let the words of others influence you.”

I can see him fidget in his seat, unable to maintain contact with my eyes. This is an uncomfortable conversation, but one we need to have. My hand slides across the fabric of the couch until it connects with his hand.

“You weren’t the nicest, and your words were not always kind, but you never physically hurt me. I listened to why you did what you did, and I can understand to a degree. I recently met a wise woman, she’s in a relationship just like the one we’re trying to have, and had something similar happen with one of her men.”

I scoot closer to Colton, cutting the distance between us.

“She reminded me we can’t always hold on to the bad. If we do, then it can smother anything good before it has a chance to grow. So I’m going to leave the past in the past. I’m not going to let it dictate the future. I know we’ve talked about it before, but this goes even further than that. You won’t have it thrown in your face in moments of anger. Just promise me any time you have a question, come to me and ask and I’ll do the same for you. I can’t say I love you, not yet anyway, but I really like you. Will my feelings for you grow into love? I know it beyond a shadow of a doubt.”

He smiles brightly. “Can we start growing that love now?”

“There’s nothing I want more.” And I mean it with every fiber of my being.

“I have one question?” His eyes are locked on my lips.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I would love that,” I tell him. He leans forward, cradling my head in his hand, and covers my lips with his, his tongue slipping between them.

The kiss is deep and forceful, filled with raw desire.

When we break apart, we’re both breathless, with swollen lips.

“Colton, what you did today means the world to me, and I want you to know how much I appreciate it. I’ll never forget it. But I need to know, what’s in the bag?”

He bursts out laughing before picking it up and placing it beside him.

“Scoot back and rest, and put your feet in my lap. A little birdy told me the ticket to win your affection and give you the best date ever would be to massage your feet and paint your toenails.” He winks and I do as he says.

“A massage and a pedicure on top of everything else. I’m starting to feel like a queen.”

“As you should.”

I reach down, slipping off my shoes and place my feet gently on his lap. They graze along his crotch, and I feel his cock twitch.

He reaches into the bag and pulls out some lotion. I’d know that bottle anywhere. It’s my favorite cherry blossom.

“Sam really did help you, didn’t she?”

“That she did. Even picked out the color for your toenails, but that’s a surprise. First, I’ve got to loosen these tootsies of yours up. Especially since you have to dance tonight. Maybe one day I can see you perform.”

He squeezes the lotion in his hands and grips my feet, kneading the muscles, making me melt into the couch.

“How about a game of twenty questions?” he asks.

“Okay. I’ll start. Who’s your favorite brother?” I grin.

“You play dirty. I love both my brothers. But I shared a womb with Brax, so it’s going to be him.”

Fair. I knew that would be the answer, but I didn’t want to start with a hard one.

“When’s your birthday?”

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