Page 50 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

Last night he made me feel incredible…but I have no idea what he’s thinking. I feel a little guilty for pushing him away two nights ago, then pulling him back in last night.

There’s an attraction between us, chemistry. We like each other.

But does that mean anything beyond a few days on the road?

I have no idea where his head is at or where mine is surrounding Ford, to be honest.

Now there’s Liam.

This is a different level entirely.

Liam predates even Brad. He’s my best friend. My go-to. My rational, steadfast, honest, and solid-as-a-rock ride or die.

“How do we do this?” I ask nervously.

Liam opens the car door for me, something he doesn’t normally do. He grins. “I have no idea.”

“I feel like they’re going to know.”

“How would they know?” He shuts the door and goes around the car. Once he’s in the driver’s seat, he says, “We have to tell them, anyway. It’s the only fair thing to do. There’s a lot for all of us to unpack.”

I nod. We all need to figure out what we’re doing together, if anything.

I know what I want with Liam.

Now that he’s kissed me, I want more. As soon as possible. I’m already envisioning Liam touching every inch of me, sliding his hands down my body in the same worshipful way he cuppedmy face. “If we’re in love with each other, we’re going to have sex, right?”

Liam turns to me quickly. “Uh, fuck,yes, we’re having sex. That’s what was in my head, anyway. Tell me you’re on the same page.”

His very Liam horrified reaction makes me laugh. “Yes, we’re on the same page. I was just checking.” I reach over and touch his knee. “I want you.”

“God, I fucking want you. I’ve wanted you every day for over three years.”

I can’t stop smiling. It’s ear to ear. “You actually hid it very well. We’re going to have to have a chat about that later.”

“Can we be naked when that happens?”

I pretend to give him a stern look. “I want to knoweverything, Liam. If you remember what I was wearing the first time we met?—

“Black pants and a sleeveless beige shirt with a gold necklace.”

Interesting. And delightful. “And what you thought of the guys I dated?—

“Idiots. All of them. Not good enough for you.”

“Are you saying I have bad taste?”

“Until today, yes, I could argue that. Of course, Ford seems like a decent guy.”

That makes me feel weird all over again. “He does. Are you jealous?”

“A little. Are you jealous of Harrison?”

“A little. But at the same time, because we’ve been friends for so long and dated other people, it doesn’t feel as maddening as it should, if that makes sense.”

“I totally agree with that.”

Though what that means for the future, I have no clue.

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