Simon gives me a slow once-over.
He’s returned to standing in front of the sink—probably so that Daphne can’t see his raging hard-on, which my lady bits are missing right now—and his cheeks are flushed and his pupils are dilated and his breath is coming too fast.
“Do you honestly think she believes that?” he murmurs to me, those talented lips hitching up at the corners again and making all of me a little swoony.
The man is too attractive for my own good.
Possibly his own too, but that’s his problem.
“I definitely don’t believe that,” Daph says. “Margot?”
“Quit being obnoxious,” Margot replies. “We’re leaving. Carry on.”
“My ass is soaked with soggy cereal,” I mutter.
Simon’s grin grows.
I don’t think it’s aserves you rightgrin though.
I think he’s just—well,happy.
Because that’s what he’s chosen to be.
Happy.
It’s inspiring.
I want to be happy like that.
“We shall have to plan our next date better,” he says to me.
“Casual summer fling date,” I stutter in return.
“As you wish.”
“Jake’s gonna fucking lose his mind,” Daphne whispers.
“That’s his problem.” Simon adjusts himself subtly, then pulls me out of the sink. “Do all of your issues revolve around water and plumbing fixtures? Toilets and fishbowls?—”
“They wouldn’t if you’d made out with her in her bedroom like a proper gentleman,” Daphne says. “And the fishbowls were your fault, Romeo.”
“She egged me on,” he replies with a grin.
Margot sighs and looks at the ceiling. “I would love to help you out more here, Bea, but I have to get back to the city. My driver’s waiting. Daphne—actually, I don’t know what to say right now.”
Daph slings an arm around her sister’s shoulder. “I love you works.”
Margot smiles, then squeezes her tight. “Okay. Then I love you. Don’t let that cheese go to waste.”
“Never.”
“I should go as well,” Simon says. “The boys?—”
“Shouldn’t be left for long,” I finish.
“I’ll ring you later.”
Am I blushing?
