“Ha!” Abbott laughs. “Well good for Shi. He’s been dancing around it with her.”
“Really?” Bellamy asks as we begin to walk back toward the rug shop. “Why?”
“Shi is slow to warm up,” I explain. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget that when I’ve known him for so long. You can tell they…”
“My lips feel puffy even though I haven’t kissed anyone recently,” Bellamy shrugs. “My nipples are also very excited. They’re definitely enjoying themselves.”
Ansel grins with a shrug. “I thought you were just nervous about being in the art gallery. I didn’t know you were trying really hard not to perfume.”
“Fuck, so hard,” he groans. “My ass is slicking and it’s definitely not fun to be edged by Winter.”
Ansel, Abbott, and I snort-laugh while Bellamy grumbles. We aren’t making fun of him, I just better understand his position earlier. Even Bellamy has a smile on his lips, and he waves at Winter as she leaves the shop with Shi.
“You feel happy,” she says with a grin walking into his arms. “What happened?”
Shiloh raises his brow at me while I nod. Their bond is definitely unique. It doesn’t diminish what we’re building, instead it’s allowed them to stay as strong as possible in the face of awful shit.
Now, we get to give them the world.
Chapter
Fifteen
BELLAMY
Winterand I are in the living room watching a movie when Shiloh trails in and sits in a winged chair away from us. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to what we’re watching, and is instead staring off into space.
We don’t have a television in our nest. Honestly, we didn’t even want one. It’s a reason to come downstairs and not seem anti-social.
Glancing at Winter, I see that she’s gazing at him underneath her lashes.
“Shiloh?” Winter asks, waiting for him to blink and look over at her.
Cassidy’s words about how he gets nervous come back to me, and I chew on my bottom lip in thought.
“Would you like to sit with us?” I ask finally.
“I don’t want to interrupt,” Shiloh says with a small smile.
“You’re not,” Winter says quickly. She and I scoot away from each other to give him room to sit between us, erasing any arguments he may be having with himself.
Sometimes, you have to poke the alpha.
It hasn’t escaped my notice how often one of them glances at our lips as if they want to kiss us, but are holding themselves back. I appreciate how careful they’re being, but it makes me feel funny.
Winter and I aren’t shattered, merely slightly broken. Their care makes me feel as if there’s something wrong with us. Especially me.
I refuse to keep score, but they seem to reach for Winter more than me. The pack does the sweetest things for us both, yet I still feel as if we’re in limbo.
“Me?” Shiloh asks, standing lithely.
The man has so much grace in his body as he prowls slowly over to us. His knee hits the couch easily, and then he’s crawling in a way that has my mouth watering.
It should be illegal to be this gorgeous.
We got back from our date an hour ago, and have too much energy to go to bed. The movie is one with a lot of heated scenes, doing nothing to help settle either one of us.
“I’m here,” he says with a smirk, sitting between us. “What are you watching?”
