Twenty minutes later, Declan’s on top of me and kissing me and George as the final echoes of his own climax are still rolling through him. George has finally wore himself out and is kneeling next to the couch and kissing me and Declan. I realize maybe I was a wee bit of a dumbass for not having this talk with George sooner.
“Please tell me this means we’re all good?” Declan says.
“We’re good,” me and George both say, then we laugh.
Declan settles in on top of me for a moment to cuddle, while George drapes an arm across him. “Are you moving in, Ma’am?”
“Not yet. We’ll have that discussion after the election,” I tell him.
“Be happy with what Ma’am’s giving us,” George tells him as he meets my gaze. “I know she’s not going anywhere. She loves us.” He winks.
I wink back.
Maybe there’s hope for this to work after all.
Maybe I really can finally let go of my fear.
