That was why I was here. That was why I’d agreed in the first place.
This wasn’t the biggest mistake of my life.
Probably.
“Figured you might wanna have a say,” he finished, clearly talking to Devin.
“We’ll be there in a minute,” Devin said, voice all soothing diplomacy.
I wished I could do that.
Brad nodded, still looking like someone had hit him in the back of the head, and disappeared again.
Devin was silent for a handful of heartbeats, and then he laughed softly.
“So we’re the kind of boyfriends who rip each other’s clothes off?” he asked, and when I looked at him, there was a tiny smile playing around his lips.
“I guess we are now.”
That settled that question.
Devin laughed again, louder this time, his whole body shaking next to me. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that,” he said.
Great. I’d solved one problem and walked straight into a second, worse problem—discussing Devin’s sex life. The last thing I wanted to do, especially right now.
“Uh, me neither,” I said without really thinking about it. “Should we go see what the others want?”
“We should,” Devin said, standing but not letting go of my hand. “Thank you. For this. I know it’s hard for you, but I willabsolutelymake it up to you. Whatever you want.”
I just want you to be happy, I thought, but I wasn’t about to say that out loud.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I need to feed Audrey,” I joked.
“Audrey?” Devin asked, tugging me away from the van.
“You’ve never seenLittle Shop of Horrors?”
He shook his head.
“Okay, youhaveto, and I’m not telling you about it until you have.”
“After this,” Devin promised, still tugging on my hand. “Now come on.”
8
Devin
I was such an idiot.I couldn’tbelievehow stupid I’d been.
Poor Morgan didn’t want to do this. Why would he? He’d agreed in the first place because he wasnice, not realizing what it’d actually involve.
He didn’t want to hold my hand orkissme to prove we were really dating. He didn’t want to share a bed for three days. Obviously he didn’t.
And now he was trapped here.
Brad had interrupted us before I could tell him that it was okay, that he could go home, I’d be fine. And then Morgan had said thatthingabout ripping my clothes off and I couldn’t stop thinking about how strong his fingers felt around my hand and how much better they’d feel on the rest of my body.
Which wasn’t making it easy to focus on groceries, especially not when Morgan was still sticking close enough that I could feel the heat of his body sinking into my back.
