Page 87 of My Heart To Heal

I swallow hard, and for the first time, I doubt this. Does he not want this anymore? Is all of this taking care of me just him being friendly?

‘Nick, do you not…’

‘Honey, believe me when I say I want this, but I want us to be very,veryclear about things before we take a single step in that direction.’ He steps in close and pulls my body against his, and oh, she likes that. My skin heats, my heart rate kicks up, and if my panties weren’t already soaked with lake water, they’d be, well, wet. ‘Get cleaned up, Missy.’

He steps away and closes the door, and I lean back against the basin behind me. He’s right. We need to talk — there’s no rush.

Is That Your Throbbing Member I Can Feel?

Nick

Me:You sneaky mother fucker!

Doug:To what are you referring?

Me:You know what! Leaving us alone up here, the date night groceries…

Doug:Man, that was all Missy. Cara just gave me instructions to follow and a blow-job to make sure they sunk in.

I laugh at thatand realize how lucky I am to have the people I do.

Doug:So…

Me:We need to talk.

Doug:You do, but I know y’all can’t resist each other so I’m going to say now that we love you both, we’re happy for you, we’re here for you. Now put down your goddam phone and go make this thing official!

I hear the shower cut out and the bathroom door open, but I wait until I hear the bedroom door close before I head back to wash the lake water off me. If I see Missy naked, wet, and wrapped only in a towel right now, it is all over.

I shower, pull on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and head out to find her sitting on the deck reading.

‘Smutty book?’ I ask, and she turns to look up at me, grinning.

‘It’s romance.’

‘Mmhmm, you’re reading it for the love story and not for the rock-hard members.’

She cackles loudly as I sit in the chair next to hers.

‘Don’t say members,’ she speaks through laughter, and I dig in.

‘Shaft? Velvet-wrapped steel?’

‘Oh my god.’

‘Moist folds?’

‘You’re disgusting.’ She giggles, and I love that sound.

Missyputs down her Kindle and turns her body in her chair so that we’re angled toward each other.

‘This is nice,’ I admit, and she smiles.

‘It is.’

‘How are you doing, Miss?’

I notice that the question surprises her, and she drops her gaze.

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