Page 64 of Color of Love

Chapter 19

Justine couldn’t stop staring at Blake. The way the firelight kissed his skin made him look even more delicious, edible even. She watched as he joked with Beau and Dean around the fire pit, a small smile forming on her lips. Dean let out a huge bark of laughter and Beau spat out his drink at whatever Blake had said and she wished she could hear them.

He was surprisingly funny, whenever he told a joke, bam her clothes were on the floor. He was dangerous. She’d seen a new side of him these last few weeks, he was more relaxed, unguarded, he teased her and was playful, she loved it. He was like a brand new person, one she was becoming increasingly attached to.

Taylor sighed deeply and rested her head on Justine’s shoulder.

“Isn’t Blake just the dreamiest?” she said in a breathy voice, mocking Justine. Justine shrugged her off, her cheeks flaming.

“That is so not what I was thinking,” she replied defensively.

“Yeah, leave her alone, Tay,” Christy admonished, and Justine shot her a grateful smile. “She can’t help being so in lurve,” Christy added, and then both women snickered at Justine’s outraged expression.

“Shut the fuck up, he’ll hear you!” Justine hissed, glancing at the men frantically. Both women fell about cackling. I need new friends.

“She didn’t deny it,” Christy sang.

“Interesting,” Taylor added, stroking a hand over her fake beard like a TV detective.

“Seriously, shut up. And I don’t,” Justine added for clarity.

“I wouldn’t worry, he looks at you like your vagina is the portal to unlimited whiskey and motorbikes,” Taylor joked.

Justine rolled her eyes. “How charming.”

“Seriously though, what’s happening with you two? Has he explored your cave of wonders yet?” More snickering.

“Look at them, of course they’re doing it!” Taylor said.

“Really, is that true?”

Justine stared back and forth between the harpies with their hopeful faces. She let the question hang in the air before checking the men weren’t looking, then discreetly nodded. Being discreet was a waste of time as Taylor and Christy shrieked with joy so loudly that the men stopped talking and stared at them to see what all the fuss was about.

Christy glared at them and Beau and Dean turned back to their conversation. But Blake was watching Justine, those silver eyes so hot and intense, she thought she would combust on the spot.

“We want details!” Taylor hissed. Blake must have guessed what they were talking about because a cute smirk crossed his face. He winked at her, turning her insides to mush before he turned back to the guys.

“Yeah, how was it?”

“When was it?”

“Just the one time?”

“Are you still doing it?”

“How big is it?”

“Enough!” Justine cried, then leveled a look at Taylor. “You know I’m not answering that last one, right?”

“I was just curious. It’s not like I want an exact measurement, just a ballpark. I have my suspicions. Hey, how big are his feet?” Taylor began peering over the fire to try and get a look at Blake’s feet.

“Stop it! You’re unbelievable,” Justine sighed, shaking her head.

Taylor placed a hand over her heart. “Thank you,” she replied earnestly, and Christy snickered again.

“At least give us something, then we’ll shut up, promise!” Christy said, and stretched out her pinkie, it was their thing. Justine linked their pinkies and then looked at Taylor.

“I’m not promising shit, just tell us.”

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