It’s been a week, and I am surrounded—what feels like all the time—by testosterone. Gabe is a lingering, constant presence.
Always leaning in a doorway, checking to see if I need anything, and I swear it’s as if he expects me to disappear out of nowhere.
Again.
Greyson is super helpful planning the events and giving me options for what he can build to make it better, especially for the Santa’s Workshop event for the kids.
That’s the one I think needs to have the most magic. He agrees with me. Christmas is all about the kids.
With that in mind, he’s even volunteered to help with the sledding and snowball events as a judge and general chaperone, a much needed assistance that I jump on as soon as the offer is out of his mouth.
Then there’s Adam. He also makes it a habit of checking on me, but instead of asking what I need he simply brings me things—mostly tea and food.
I’ve never had a man so intent on feeding me.
I also spend most nights over at the Kincaids’ and it’s getting tense, sitting between them on the couch.
They box me in with their warmth and the yummy smell of their soap or aftershave or deodorant.
Whatever it is, it has them both smelling absolutely delicious.
It’s got to be all in my head though, right? I’m just feeling lonely, and they’re safe.
They’re old crushes from when I was a teen and preteen.
But as innocent as this is, it doesn’t feel that way. Imagine if someone came in to see me tucked between the two of them—how Greyson’s arm is half behind me on the back of the couch and Gabe’s knee is pressed into mine.
I find myself cataloging their breaths, their movements, how they each radiate such warmth that I’m nearly overheating. Or is that my hormones?
Maybe it’s the glances they keep giving me. They’re different than when I was younger when I knew their attention was completely platonic.
Or maybe it’s that I know what to do with a man now that I didn’t before that has given me some heightened awareness.
Whatever it is, it has me squirming. I cannot get comfortable. Every time I shift, it’s like my panties get waded and stuck with an uncontrollable desire.
My mind drifts too often to what it would be like to slip into one of their laps.
How it might feel to lean into all their muscle and strength.
What their mouths might taste like.
How far they might let me go before they stop me.
I suck in a hard breath that has Gabe turning toward me with a question in his gaze.
Greyson gets up from the other side of me, leaving the room. I follow his movements, too intent on what kind of energy I’m giving off and if they can tell I’m sitting here like a horny toad, daydreaming about doing naughty things to them both.
Gabe elbows me, swinging my attention back to him. “What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing.” Shit. He’s caught me. Let me just combust into a smoldering heap and put me out of my misery.
“You’re being squirrely.”
“Squirrely? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Am I storing nuts in my mouth or something?” Okay, bad word choice, but he laughs.
I like the way he laughs. Even more when I’m the one to cause it. He lights up.
Gabe elbows me again. “Just. Relax.”
