Page 67 of Never Kiss Your Neighbors

“That’s nice to hear,” I tell her.

I like that Stella’s not making the type of work we do a condition of our relationship. It seems that even if we keep doing what we’re doing, she’d be okay with it, but I don’t want to keep up the same work.

My heart’s definitely not in it anymore, and I don’t think Wyatt’s ever was. Even though we’re incredibly grateful to our followers, we hate looking at some of the viewer comments, and we definitely don’t want strange women continuing to show up at our door.

The food arrives, and Stella seems to enjoy it much more than the bite of caviar. “Have you been here before?” she asks after she’s a few bites into her pork loin.

“No,” Wyatt says, “but we heard it was a great place for a special date.”

Her brows lift. “Oh, is this date special?”

“Every date with you is special,” I tell her.

“We just wanted to do something nice with you,” Wyatt says, “to let you know we’re not all about amusement parks and games.”

I reach for her hand. “And we wanted to take the opportunity to say that we understand you may want to take things slow, and we know that being open about our relationship with your daughter is a big step, but we’re ready for that whenever you are.”

“No pressure,” Wyatt says, “but we’re all in, and we want you to know it.”

CHAPTER47

STELLA

The night still feels like a fantasy, even though these men are so very real as they feed me bites of food, kiss me between bites, and touch my knee under the table.

This date isn’t like any date I’ve ever imagined having. Truth be told, I’m more comfortable walking the beach or playing games with them, but it’s quite impressive how smoothly they slide into this world, too. While I found myself wondering which utensil to use for the fancy courses of food that have been brought in, the men seem completely at ease.

Finding out how much money they’re earning and how responsible they are with it is another unexpected sign of their maturity. I made so many assumptions about them when I met them, and they’ve proven me wrong in so many ways.

I love that they can be so playful, yet so committed to whatever it is they’re doing. They have a good time, but they also achieve their goals.

And they’ve apparently set a goal of having me in their life. They’re wooing me hard with this dinner.

Their talk of us having a future together is still a bit scary, but I think that has more to do with my past than with them. Just because I was burned by Brandon, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t trust someone when they show me they deserve that trust.

All those years ago, I put my faith in Brandon without even knowing him, but things are different with Cam and Wyatt. These men don’t have ulterior motives like Brandon did. They don’t seem to want anything from me, they just want to be with me. And they’re not only saying nice things, but showing me with their actions how much they care.

After the three of us share a decadent trio of miniature desserts, the men settle the bill and lead me back to the hotel lobby.

“Do you like to dance?” Cam asks, and I nod, though I haven’t been to a club since I was in college, and my recent dancing has been limited to the Hokey Pokey and shaking the sillies out with Jessie.

We take the elevator to the seventh floor, where there’s an open-air nightclub that’s already busy, even though it’s not very late.

Since I drank a good bit of wine with dinner, I decline their offer of a cocktail, and we head straight to the dance floor, where an upbeat number is playing. Cam and Wyatt get right into the groove, moving their bodies with the music, impressing me with yet another thing they’re good at. Though, after experiencing their moves in the bedroom, it should come as no surprise that they can dance well.

As one song fades into another, I notice a woman nearby watching Cam and Wyatt, and after a minute, she heads over to them, leaving her date behind at the bar.

“Wow, I can’t believe it’s you,” she yells to be heard over the music. “Can I get a picture with you guys?”

Cam gives her a smile as he pulls me closer, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Not right now. We’re on a date. Sorry.” He says it with such charm that the woman isn’t upset, and instead she gives me a look that says, “Aren’t you lucky?” before she retreats.

“I wouldn’t have minded if you took a quick picture,” I tell them, and it’s mostly true. Their fans make me a little bit jealous, but the men have been so reassuring, that I’m not really worried about what other women want from them.

“I normally don’t mind either, but now isn’t the time,” Cam says, giving me a quick kiss before pulling my hips close and swaying with me.

The men take turns dancing with me, the three of us enjoying our own little corner of the floor. As the songs go by, things get hotter—not just from working up a sweat, but also from our moves getting closer and closer.

They keep things just on the clean side of dirty dancing, but their hands stray all over my body, and watching them move the way they do makes me wish we were back at their house. I love the dressy clothes they’re wearing tonight, but I also want to see them take those clothes off.

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