Page 102 of Seeking Two Lovers

Me: I’m staying home tonight.

Blaine dropped a sad face, but I forced myself to stick to my guns and text what needed said—for all our sakes.

Me: You boys enjoy a guy’s night, and just so you know, I’m not against dick pics with…evidence. Just sayin’.

Grey: We’ll miss you.

Blaine didn’t send another reply as I rushed back to the counter, but Grey’s response had been more than enough. He was the one in love with his best friend, had admitted that fact to me earlier before I’d left their house. For him to assure me that he wouldn’t kick me to the curb because he was enamored with me too, I told myself I had no choice but to believe him.

Trust just came so damn hard to someone who’d had their heart broken.

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Grey: How far is too far?

He’d sent it to me directly while I sat sucking down wine and waiting for Haley to get home from her dinner date with some guy she’d met online. I studied the words a few times, my buzzed brain not really sure what he was asking.

Grey: Lily?

Needing to go with my desires for the two of them over my fears, I replied, There’s no such thing. I WANT you to explore whatever woke up over the last two days—if that’s what you’re asking.

Grey: I really wish you were here to love on him with me.

That damn python I hadn’t realized had gripped my stomach again relaxed. He was well aware of my past and what the possible outcome of knowing they were together would do to me.

And he cared enough that he reached out rather than jumping his best friend because walls had finally torn down between them.

Me: I’m enjoying a glass of chardonnay. A little too much to drive—or appreciate dick. You go enjoy Blaine for me. Love him, Grey.

Grey: Already do and always will.

I smiled, my eyes stinging even though I didn’t know why. Happiness for him? Excitement for Blaine to have the love he deserved? Or just exhaustion from a weekend of fucking like rabbits and a too-long shift on my feet?

Me: Send me some pics so I have something to look at tonight when I’m horny from thinking about the two of you together in that big bed.

Grey: We’re going to want evidence of that.

I snorted a laugh, starting to get annoyed with that damn word even though it turned me on. It’ll be my pleasure if I don’t pass out from drinking on an empty stomach.

My phone rang a few seconds later.

“I had to hear your voice.” Grey sounded muffled and lazy, like he already sprawled in his bed.

Warmth tingled through me, and I settled back into the corner of the couch with my nearly empty glass, surprised by how happy I was he’d called.

“Did you need my assistance in getting it up for him or something?” I asked with a snicker, sticking to silliness rather than focusing on how damn good Grey made me feel.

“Nope.” He popped the P like I usually did, making me outright laugh.

Grey could get hard for his best friend without my help.

My grin faded, and I wondered where his mind was with all that had unveiled in the previous two days.

We quieted, the silence allowing my mind to float back and forth for too long from insecurities to hopes I desperately wanted to dream about.

“Does he know how you feel about him?” I asked while staring at the last swallow of white in the bottom of my glass, my tone much quieter, all trace of silliness gone.

“He overheard what I told you this morning, so yeah.”

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