“Should we order some food?”
Ishouldn’t be surprised.
Calla, I’ve come to realise, is able to win over just about anyone. But it’s almost scary how easily she slips into the Millen family fold.
It’s like she’s always been a part of it.
Of us.
Of course, she already knows Giselle, but she and Delilah find a common interest in fashion and overpriced sugary coffee – if you can even call it that – and their love of animals.
Calla cracks jokes with Grey and Hudson; her quick wit reeling out jibes as fast as they come in, a permanent grin etched across her soft lips.
I chow down on the last of my chicken chow mein, my heart so full it feels fit to bursting.
This – all of us being together – it feels so right I can’t even fully begin to explain.
As the evening starts to turn into night, Grey and a yawning Delilah bid goodbye first, the girls promising to meet up for dinner in the next coming weeks.
Gee and Hudson stay another hour or so before they leave, their wandering hands all over each other’s waists and necks telling me exactly what they’ll be getting up to when they get back to Hudson’s apartment.
I close the door behind them, turning around to find Calla watching me from over the back of the sofa, her beer bottle poised at her lips. Heat rises, crawling up the back of my neck, making my heart race and my cock kick in my tracksuit bottoms.
I can’t help it when she looks at me like that.
Nor I can help zero-ing in on her lips, imagining them on me instead of on that damn bottle.
“Have you been in the hot tub yet?”
I shake my head, swallowing thickly. Now that I’m officially a resident in this apartment building, I’m allowed to use the facilities – including a gym and hot tub – free of charge.
“Wanna dip with me?”
I’d be an idiot to say no.
Iscan my key card to be allowed entry, pushing the door open to reveal an open plan space permeated with the faint, but familiar, scent of chlorine.
A large hot tub, easily big enough to accommodate five or six people comfortably, sits centre stage, it’s water an inviting blue colour created by the teal and green floor tiles.
I waste no time in stripping off my clothes, leaving them in a pile upon the dry tiles before stepping into the warm water. Chlorine and the scent of cleaning bleach tickles my nose as I bend my knees and sink lower, allowing the water to flow up to my upper chest.
Theclinkof the champagne bottle, creating contact with the lip of the ceramic hot tub, is loud in the otherwise silent space as Calla sets it down; not a single soul other than the two of us around.
I watch, arms spread wide, resting out of the water, as Calla shimmy’s out of her dress, revealing a white strapless bikini top and a tiny pair of bottoms, tied at her hips into pretty little bows that I want to undo with my teeth.
“How long have you been planning this?” I ask, feelingmy cock thicken in my swimming trunks at the sight of Calla stepping into the tub, noticing her dainty feet painted a pastel pink.
“Not long.”
She sinks to sit opposite me, her slim fingers reaching for the bottle of bubbly.
“The bikini…”
Calla pops her shoulders, never taking her eyes from mine when she swallows back a mouthful of alcohol. “Shot in the dark.”
I hum, low in my throat, reaching forward to steal the bottle from her, grinning when our fingertips tangling together.
“Wanna play a game?”
