Page 81 of Voyeur

“I am being gentle. I just asked her to tell us about herself.”

“What do you want to know?” Honor asked as she spread strawberry jam on her wheat toast.

For some reason, Silver found that tiny and insignificant action utterly adorable. Of course, Honor would order wheat and not white toast.

“What do you do?” Devin asked.

“I run fundraising for a non-profit.”

“You work at a charity?” Brandi asked, looking surprised.

“Yeah.”

“Of course, you do,” Brandi said with a head shake.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Honor asked.

“That Silver really knows how to pick them, huh?”

“Babe…” Devin said and wrapped an arm over Brandi’s shoulders. “She has no filter, which is one of the things I like about her, but sometimes, she’s bad at explaining what she means.”

“She means that of all the women I’ve been with who have, well, been more like Brandi, Dev, and like Stephanie, I would be sitting here next to you, having you meet my friends. It’s more about me than it is about you,” Silver explained and wrapped an arm around Honor’s shoulders, looking at Devin, who smirked at her.

“Oh. Well, I can’t help that,” Honor replied. “I love what I do. I like helping people. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Nope,” Devin said.

“And do you like the same stuff that Silver likes?” Brandi asked.

“Brandi, why don’t you tell Honor what you do when you’re not performing in the show?” Silver suggested.

“I’m a ballet dancer. Short story, Silver.”

“You’re a ballet dancer? I love the ballet,” Honor said before she took a bite of her toast.

“Chorus stuff. No prima or anything.”

“She’s part of the Metropolitan City Ballet Company,” Devin bragged with a smile. “My girl is very talented.”

“She’s biased,” Brandi said and leaned into Devin’s body.

This was why Silver wanted Honor to come to breakfast with them. She wanted her to see how these two were with one another. They loved each other deeply, completing one another in a way that probably made no sense to people outside of their close group of friends who understood it, and they made it work. They made it work between them when both of them wanted to sleep with other people and still come home to the same person at the end of the day. Silver had been dreaming of finding someone who could understand her in that way, too, and she’d been getting more and more worried that she never would before Honor walked into the warehouse.

“I’ve probably seen you perform, then. My parents have season tickets. I join them once in a while. The last time was a few months ago.”

“Then, yeah, you saw me. I was the one in the back, wearing the identical costume to the ten other girls on stage.”

“You like ballet?” Silver asked.

“Yeah. You don’t?” Honor asked.

“I do, but mainly because I have to.” She pointed at Brandi.

“I make her go to support me,” Brandi said. “She and Dev sit and clap the loudest for me when everyone else is applauding the prima.”

“It’s true,” Devin confirmed.

Honor put down her toast before she leaned into Silver and wrapped an arm around her middle, resting her head on Silver’s shoulder.

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