Page 102 of My Three Hometown Firefighters
I lighten my grip on her arms but keep them where they are. “It was my fault, too.”
“Oh… Oh,” she says, taking in my nearly naked appearance. Her eyes trail over my abs, chest, and finally my face.
“You okay there?” I ask, smirking.
“Peachy,” she mutters breathlessly. A pink hue spreads over her skin.
I let my hands trail down her arms until they fall at my sides. I move to walk past her toward the stairs.
I lean in next to her ear, whispering, “If you say so, Sunshine.”
With that, I walk downstairs to retrieve my bag from the sectional.
Grayson’s lounging on the opposite side. “You’re going to send her into premature labor with your strip tease.” He laughs.
I spin around. “Are you serious?”
His smile falls. “No, I’m just fucking with you.”
“Don’t scare me like that, you dick.”
A different kind of smile crosses his face. He looks over his shoulder in the direction of the stairs. “And then there were three.”
“Three what?” I ask, whispering now, even though I wasn’t there for the earlier part of this conversation.
“Three of us who are completely in love with her.”
I nod because what the fuck else am I going to do. Is it true?Hell yes.Is there really anything I can do about it right now?No.Is it slowly driving me insane?
Fuck yes.
We stare at each other for a heavy beat. The silence is laden with our shared feelings for her.
“We need to try,” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything, just nods.
All our feelings for her are too strong to not try, at least.But how?
Warren steps into the garage, Grayson right behind him.
“What's going on?” Warren asks, looking between me and Grayson.
“We all need to talk,” I say.
Sienna went to bed an hour ago. Her soft snores could be heard from the hallway, so I figured this was as good of a time as any.
Warren’s face goes ice cold. “Are you leaving?”
My face screws up in confusion. “Isn’t it fucking obvious? I’m completely gone for that girl.
Warren shrugs, like that doesn’t change whether I might leave or not.
“Fuck… no. I’m not going anywhere. That’s why this needs to happen,” I say, motioning my finger between the three of us.
The wariness is still etched across Warren’s face, but his shoulders relax slightly.
“We’re all in love with her. Right?” Grayson says.
