Mine.
“Now,” Elliot says, voice fully back in Analyst Mode. “When you catch your breath… we need to talk about Vitaly. Your date. Bringing him home.”
I lick a drop of water from my lip.
“Good. That turns me on too.”
Callum groans into his hands.
Elliot just laughs softly and kisses my temple.
The three of us are still catching our breath when the front door opens.
Heavy boots.
Keys hitting the bowl too hard.
A muttered curse.
Orion.
Callum and Elliot both smile in perfect sync.
“Oh no,” I whisper, wicked. “He’s going to be so dramatic.”
A second set of footsteps follows.
Lighter, quicker.
Noah.
Oh this is going to be delicious.
The door swings open without ceremony.
Orion freezes in the doorway.
Noah crashes into his back like an overexcited spaniel and bounces off.
“What the?” Orion starts.
Then he sees us.
Me wrapped in a blanket that’s clearly post-sex.
Callum relaxed in a way that only comes post sex.
Elliot looking irritatingly composed, like he didn’t just repaint my throat with his DNA.
Noah’s eyes go cartoon-wide. “Wait. Waitwaitwait. You guys had sex? Without a group text?!”
Orion throws his hands up. “Unbelievable. You couldn’t stall five minutes? Five. Minutes.”
I sip my water.
Innocent.
Serene.
