“What if I said this wasn't going to work?”
“Then we would tell him to fuck off. This doesn’t work unless we are all in,” he said confidently.
“That wouldn’t be fair to you,” I scoffed.
“It wouldn’t be fair to you either, one of us would be unhappy. He betrayed us, there's no getting over that and Iwould be an asshole to force you to do that,” he said, kissing my forehead. “If we don’t have trust, this doesn’t work.”
My heart warmed at his words. “Sam Webber, when did you get so wise?”
“Probably when I fell in love with you guys and realized there was more to life than just hockey and jumping from bed to bed,” he said with a grin.
“I love you, Sammy,” I said, running my hand through his hair.
“I love you too, Baby,” he said, kissing me softly, making me feel it everywhere.
“Let’s go make him squirm a little more,” I said, as I sat back.
Sam grinned, shutting my door.
I had never been more thankful that Sam lived so close to the Boozy Bandit. Knowing Forest was so close was hitting harder than I thought, now that I knew Sam and I were on the same page. I knew I was being dramatic, but this is what I got for punishing him, I was punishing myself too. Sam hadn’t put the car in park before I got out of it, watching Forest park behind us.
Forest hopped out of his truck and I went to him immediately. He opened his arms as he walked to me. I slid into his side like I always belonged there, my heart beat faster as I realized I wouldn’t have to live without this, like I thought I would.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured against my temple, before he kissed it.
We followed Sam into the house, shucking off our clothes like nothing had changed, even though it felt like everything had.
“Anyone hungry or thirsty?” Sam asked, walking to the kitchen.
“Water, please.” I took my shoes off.
“I’m good,” Forest said, standing by the door awkwardly.
Sam had two water bottles, grabbed Forest's hand and led him to the bedroom. It was adorable how unsure Forest was, I hoped this would be a humbling experience for him.
“Shower?” Sam asked, as we entered his room.
“I’d like one, I've been in a car for twelve hours,” Forest said.
“Yeah, I’m sweaty from dancing,” I said, and I could have sworn I heard a small growl from Forest that made me way too happy.
“Go shower and I’ll use the one in the hall,” Sam said, getting naked.
Forest and I watched him shamelessly. Seeing his powerful body flex with each movement had my body growing hot.
“Go shower, you pervs,” he smirked, walking past us.
I rushed to get my clothes off, feeling Forest’s eyes on me and as much as I wanted to take my time, I wanted to shower and lay down. I still wanted to talk; I still had questions. Forest followed me into the small shower that we barely fit into together. Our shower was very clinical as he did most of the washing, almost reverently, like an apology, kissing parts of me every so often and then washing himself twice as fast.
We dried ourselves off, seeing Sam in bed already reading a playbook he got from his coaching job. He was so excited to be coaching those kids, and I could not be happier for him. He highlighted something, setting it down when I got into bed.
“In you go.” I pushed Forest to get in between us.
He followed my command, lying between us like this was the first time we had lied in a bed together.
“Oh god, Forest, lighten up.” I slapped his chest making his arm come up, giving me space to lay on his chest snuggling closer.
He chuckled. “I’m sorry, I just?—”
