Page 65 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

I look down at my comfortable flats, then at the basic brown purse on my shoulder. “I don’t have the right accessories to go with that dress.”

“We have those, too. C’mon.” Wyatt takes my hand and leads me to their hall bathroom, where the rest of my makeover is waiting.

There’s a box with elegant black heels, a clutch bag from a brand that makes me raise my eyebrows, a pair of sparkly earrings, and a beautiful necklace.

I gape at the men, stunned. These aren’t things you wear to an escape room or even a walk on the beach. “Why did you do all this?”

“Try them on,” is the only response I get, and then they leave me alone to get changed.

When I take off the blouse I’m wearing, I realize my bra is probably going to be an issue, too, because the dress they bought appears to have a deep V neckline, and I’m wearing a white lace bra with full coverage cups.

I’m wondering if I dare go without a bra, when I find a lingerie bag on the hanger behind the dress. Inside are silky lace scraps of fabric that make my skin flame.What do they have planned for tonight?

The dress feels great on my body and seems to fit well, but the only mirror in the bathroom is above the sink, so I don’t have a good view. When I open the door, the men are waiting for me in the hall, and there’s an instant ache low in my belly when I see them.

How could these possibly be the same men who loaded a cart up with marshmallows and chased a skunk from my yard?

Cam’s put on a black dress shirt that looks like it was specifically cut for his body. Wyatt’s wearing dark gray pants and a white dress shirt that makes his skin glow.

Both of them look equally stunning and stunned.

“Stella …” is all Wyatt says, in a way that makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“You look gorgeous,” Cam says, as his eyes eat me up.

“Do you have a bigger mirror?” I ask.

Wyatt leads me into his bedroom, a dark, masculine space neatly filled with books, sports equipment, and what appears to be a deconstructed Nerf gun on the corner of his dresser.

The sight of it grounds me, when I otherwise feel like I’ve stepped into a fantasy.

Both men come to stand behind me as I check myself in the mirror. The dress is simple and elegant, all black, floor-length and sleeveless, with a low neckline and a high slit on the thigh. It’s tasteful but also incredibly sexy. It seems to add a foot to my height, not counting the heels that go with it.

“How did you know my size?”

Cam cups my hips and slides his hands up along my sides to my chest. “Measured you by hand. Don’t you remember?”

“Even the shoes fit,” I say, amazed.

“Good,” Wyatt says. “What about the jewelry?”

I lift my hand to my bare neck. “Oh! I forgot.”

He disappears and quickly returns, handing the earring box to Cam before draping the necklace onto my chest and fastening it at the back of my neck, pressing a kiss to a spot nearby.

When Cam makes moves to put an earring on me, I offer to do it, but he insists, and it feels incredibly intimate to have them adorning my body this way.

Head to toe, I’m dressed in clothing they selected with me in mind, and the thought of that makes me feel like I’m shimmering.

“Maybe we should change our plans and just stay in tonight,” Cam says, as his eyes devour my reflection.

“Patience,” Wyatt says, before brushing his lips to the side of my neck.

CHAPTER46

CAM

It’s fun keeping secrets from Stella, and even better when we get to reveal the surprise.

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