“To get Elias.”
“Sit down,” I say to her as I stand. “Another thing you need to realize is the world revolves around you. You don’t beckon people.”
“Keller, don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m serious, Lilly. Theo and Katla would tell you the same thing. A protocol needs to be followed.” I move toward the door and invite Elias back into the room.
When we’re all seated, he smiles between us and asks, “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” Lilly answers. “I spoke briefly with Keller, and I believe there’s nothing we need to revisit when it comes to our backgrounds. That’s something we’ve already hashed out when we were in Harrogate.”
Elias tenses, and I can tell this isn’t how he normally handles his conversations with soon-to-be-married couples. But given that Lilly just told him how she feels, he succumbs.
“Well, then, tell me how you two became a couple.”
“Now that’s a long, drawn-out story,” Lilly says. “And trust me, it didn’t take forever because of my lack of trying. Just look at the man. I wanted a piece of him as soon as I could get it.”
Here we fucking go . . .
ChapterThree
LILLY
“Are you really mad at me?” I ask as we head down the second-floor hallway toward my room.
“Keep your voice down,” Keller says as we march into my room, and he slams the door right before gripping his forehead in frustration.
Yup. He’s mad.
Okay, after the whole adoption slip, I found it like a breath of fresh air to talk about our relationship and how we became a couple. Apparently, Keller wasn’t too pleased about how that conversation went, either.
All I said was that he was training me.
We spent a lot of time together.
I thought he was hot as hell and flirted.
I might have mentioned being topless with him in a hot spring and him groping me, but that’s neither here nor there.
The real point of this is that we had an honest conversation with Elias, which helped him ease off questioning about Keller’s background. I could tell he wasn’t happy about not diving into Keller’s past.
Arms folded, I ask, “Are you just going to stand there annoyed, or are you going to talk to me about what I did this time that put you in such a grumpy mood?”
“I’m not in a grumpy mood,” he says, looking up at me. “Just frustrated with you.”
“Well, that much is obvious. Care to explain why?”
“You just . . . fuck, you divulge too much information.”
“I was telling him the truth.”
“You don’t need to go into details, like how I had a goddamn hard-on in the hot springs while playing with your nipple rings.”
My cheeks flame, an odd feeling for me because I rarely feel embarrassed. It’s usually only when someone shames me.
“He found that to be an intricate detail. He asked if that’s when you first started to fall for me.”
“Yeah, because he thinks I’m some sort of pervert who falls for a girl with nipple rings.”
