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“And we’re happy for you,” Fiona adds.
“Now what?” I don’t know how any of this could work.
Or what it means beyond a few super sexy nights in bed.
“Now we have fun,” Ivy says. “Our drinks are here.”
“We’re going to play mini golf and look good doing it,” Caroline says.
I take my seltzer and raise it up and take a sip. “I can do that.”
I have no idea where these guys are in their thought process but now that I’ve allowed myself to consider it, I can’t get the image out of my head of them with me, all working together to pleasure me, fucking me so hard and good…
Thank God I’m wearing a tank top under my sweater because I yank it off and take another bracing sip of my seltzer.
“Let’s hit some balls, girls.”
CHAPTER 28
Christopher
I watchas Evan comes across the living room from the kitchen with two glasses of ice water. He’s in only his boxers, and I appreciate the view from where I’m lounging on the sofa, also only in my underwear.
“Well, the ice cream might be a lost cause, but I put it in the freezer anyway,” he tells me, handing me a glass.
I smirk at him. “I’ll buy more ice cream.”
He wasn’t home when I got here after work, and I didn’t even let him get to the kitchen with the grocery bags before I hauled him in, kissed him, then bent him over the arm of the couch.
“Oh, I didn’t say I was upset.” He laughs as he sinks onto the cushion next to me.
I lean over and kiss him. “I didn’t say I was sorry.”
He grins at me, then says, “I have a question for you, and since you’re in a good mood, I’ll ask it now.”
I lift a brow. “It’s a question I need to be in a good mood for? Uh, oh.”
He shakes his head. “Not, uh, oh. I just want a yes.”
“Yes.”
He grins again, and I realize in that moment I want to spend the rest of my days making him grin like that.
“So yes, I can invite Finley over for brunch tomorrow?”
I don’t reply immediately, but my gut tightens. Not because I don’t want it. Because I want it so much. I take a long swig of water.
He turns to face me fully, resting one arm on the back of the couch. “I know she said no last time. I know what she said about leaving and us being together. I know all of that, but…I miss her. Maybe if I call and make it just a friendly brunch invite, it will go over differently. You see her every day at the office, so maybe it feels more like you’re pushing for more than friends. But I haven’t seen her in so long.” He trails a finger along the seam in the couch cushion. “I’d like to think she misses me a little too. At least as friends.”
“But we don’t want it to just be a friendly brunch, do we?” I ask. I sure don’t.
I love Evan. He loves me. What we have is amazing. We’re essentially living together now and will be officially soon. Our life together is great, and I have no doubt it will only get better with time.
But we both think about, miss, and want Finley, too.
Is that complicated? Maybe. But it doesn’t feel complicated. It feels as simple as bringing her into this.
Should it worry me that Evan is clearly falling for her? Orhas fallenfor her? Maybe.
