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"Yes. I told you that I loved the lake in the morning," I said, not admitting that he was the better view of the two.
He laughed again as he stepped onto my deck. I only had one chair but he just sat on the last step. "What is up with that hair?"
"This?" I asked, bouncing some of my red locks and grinned. "Just freshly styled by my bed."
"I can't wait to wake up next to it," he said, his voice serious enough it made my chest ache. "Please don't strangle me in my sleep with your hair, though."
"Only because you said please, but I can’t promise anything, it’s got a mind of its own sometimes," I said as I took another sip and shook my wild curls. Some of them fell into place, but honestly pre-shower morning curls were a lost cause. "I'd offer you a cup, but I only have a one cup machine and I need to hit the store. It might be time to upgrade and buy some new mugs."
"No worries. Jackson and Griff already ran out to get us some, so I have you all to myself for a few more minutes," he said smugly. That cocky grin might be the death of me.
When he was this close I could scent him. It was like a cozy blanket, fresh, clean, and all alpha. My omega was practically purring.
"Should I be scared?" I teased him. It was far easier to joke around than consider how attached I was getting already.
How was it this easy to tease and flirt with the man I’d had a crush on for as long as I’ve watched the Knockouts?
"Not yet, Peach. We won't push you into anything you aren’t ready for. We have big personalities and that can be a lot to take in," he admitted sheepishly. “We want you to feel comfortable with us first.”
He wasn't wrong. I'd seen their videos and watched them play. Not to mention our impromptu date last night. Together the three of them were a lot to take in, but I loved it.
"Am I intruding? I can go back to my cabin," Cy asked as he rose from where he was seated and brushed dirt off of his sweatpants. He looked worried now and I didn’t like it.
"What? No, don't go. It just takes me a minute to truly wake up. Hence the coffee," I answered as I raised the cup.
"So, you just sit out here and stare at the lake?" he questioned, glancing out at the view then back at me. His face was the picture of open curiosity. It felt kind of nice to have someone so eager to learn all your little quirks.
"Pretty much. The bookstore is crazy busy these days and I help with the twins. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but this is when I take a moment and just exist," I explained. “The quiet is nice. It’s always been a comfortable place for me.”
"Are you sure I shouldn’t go?" he asked, wincing as he realized him being here took away that quiet.
"Stop it, I already told you to stay," I told him with an eye roll. "Would you come sit in front of me and stop worrying? I know it's stupid but I want to make sure you're real and I'm not hallucinating."
"Anything for you, Peach," Cy said as he sat in front of me, only after flashing me a grin and a wink, of course.
I placed a hand on his shoulder and the warmth that radiated off of him soothed my doubts. This wasn’t just some elaborate, amazing dream.
They were trulymine.
"You can touch any part of me you'd like," he commented as he grazed my leg with one of his fingers.
I couldn't control the shiver that racked my body at his touch. Shit, if one finger could do that to me, what would a whole hand do?
"Cold?" Cy asked.
"Just a little," I lied. I didn't want him to know what effect he had on me, just yet.
"Do you want me to grab you a blanket?" he asked.
"That's sweet, but no. I only have a few minutes before I need to get in the shower and get ready for work," I admitted.
"Want me to wash your back?" he smirked up at me.
Always the flirt.
"If anyone is doing that, it'll be me," Griff grumbled, startling me. Where the hell had he even come from?!
I jumped a little, cheeks heating like we were caught doing something wrong. Which was silly.
