Page 60 of Three Pucking Wedding Dates

“Amazing,” I reply, my eyes closing in contentment. The sensation of his fingers gliding across my body, coupled with the steamy warmth of the water, is nothing short of divine.

“Turn around, let me do your back,” he instructs, and I comply without hesitation. As his hands move to massage my shoulders, I marvel at how this simple act of intimacy feels more profound than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Your touch…it’s magic,” I murmur, unable to contain the words any longer.

Theo chuckles softly, his breath warm against my ear as he leans in closer. “I could say the same about you.”

“Is that so?” I tease, genuinely curious. “Tell me about it.”

“Every time I touch you, it’s like electricity courses through my veins. And when we’re together like this, it’s as if all my worries and fears just fade away,” he confesses, the vulnerability in his voice making my heart swell with affection for him.

“Sounds intense,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

“You have no idea,” he counters, his mouth curving into a grin as he presses a lingering kiss to the nape of my neck.

“Hey, it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I protest playfully, turning around to face him. Theo raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he hands me the soap.

“Be my guest,” he replies, clearly eager to see what I have in store.

I take the soap and begin to work it into a lather between my hands, focusing intently on the task as if it’s the most important thing in the world. Then, with deliberate slowness, I raise mygaze to meet Theo’s, my eyes locked on his as I reach out to touch him.

“Tell me what you want, Oakley,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

“Right now, I just want to make you feel good,” I answer, my voice barely more than a whisper. The look in his eyes tells me he understands the depth of my sincerity, and he nods once in silent agreement.

As I smooth the soap over his chest, feeling the play of muscles beneath my fingertips, I can’t help but be struck by the contrast between this tender moment and the wild passion we shared just minutes ago. There’s something so incredibly intimate about caring for another person like this, and I find myself savoring every second of it.

31

OAKLEY

When I wake up, I slowly become aware of the strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to an equally bare chest. Theo’s quiet breaths brush against the back of my neck as I recall the passion-filled night we shared.

He’s still sound asleep behind me.

Suddenly, the door flies open, and Reid bursts into the room. “Yo, Theo, I…” He trails off, his eyes wide with surprise as he takes in the scene before him: Theo and I tangled up in each other.

“Whoa, sorry!” Reid exclaims, quickly shutting the door behind him and dropping his voice to a whisper to avoid waking Theo. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Clearly,” I say, rolling my eyes. But I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, even as my heart races from the sudden intrusion.

The chilly air kisses my skin as I slide out of Theo’s warm embrace and pad across the plush carpet to the bathroom. As I wrap a silk robe around myself, I think about how I don’tmind being naked, because this is nothing Reid hasn’t seen before. The familiarity in our dynamic pushes any potential embarrassment away.

Reid smirks as he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “So, Oakley, anything you wanna tell me?”

“Reid,” I sigh, rolling my eyes, “it’s not a big deal. You know I’m already involved with all of you.”

“Right,” he says sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. “Because that makes everything so much better.”

I run a hand through my tousled hair, feeling the weight of the situation finally catching up to me. “Look, Reid, last night just…happened. It wasn’t planned or anything.”

“Of course not,” he replies, his tone softening slightly. “But, Oakley, you have to admit, this changes things.”

“Does it?” I challenge him, meeting his gaze head-on. “We’ve always been close, and we’re all adults here. Maybe it’s time we stopped pretending there’s some invisible line we shouldn’t cross.”

“Maybe,” he concedes, looking thoughtful for a moment. “Alright, what do you suggest we do about this…about us?” he asks.

I wrap my robe tighter around myself. “Gray made it pretty clear he’s okay with our…arrangement,” I remind him, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks despite my attempt to remain nonchalant. “As for Theo, I don’t know where his head is at, but I don’t think he wants anything serious anyways.”

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