Faye walked in from the bedroom. She looked at me and smiled, and my stomach did that weird thing.
“There you are,” she said.
“Hi,” I answered.
She lifted her brow. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”
I dropped my bag by the couch. “You showed up unannounced. I’m still catching up.”
We stepped toward each other, and she grabbed the front of my hoodie to pull me in. She kissed me, and I forgot how to breathe for a second.
Dylan’s hand slid to my shoulder as he stepped in behind her, close enough that we were all pressed together without anyone having to ask.
Faye pulled back, her eyes bright. “I missed you guys.”
“I missed you too,” Dylan replied, kissing the side of her neck.
“Yeah,” I added. “A lot.”
She pulled away and pointed to the room service cart. “Eat. I figured you’d both be hungry after your game.”
“I think we’re hungry for you, Princess.” Dylan kept kissing her neck.
“Well, then. I’m hungry, and I don’t want cold fries,” she sassed.
Dylan stepped toward the cart and lifted one of the lids. “You ordered burgers?”
“I ordered everything,” she replied. “I’m not listening to either of you pretend you aren’t starving.”
I grabbed a fry and took a bite.
Faye watched me chew and smiled. “You showered.”
“Fast,” I answered. “You don’t want us stinky.”
“I agree,” Dylan added, then reached for her again, sliding a hand to her waist. “You’d kick us out.”
Faye looked up at him. “If I recall, showers are fun with you two.”
“Don’t tease us if you want us to eat something that isn’t you.” I winked.
“Fine. Let’s eat.” She moved toward the table.
We ate quickly while we talked about the game and some of the things Faye didn’t know about baseball.
Our plates were mostly empty when Faye set her drink down and looked at both of us. “Okay.”
Dylan swallowed. “Okay, what?”
“No more talking,” she told us.
His grin flashed. “Thank God.”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She stood, hooking her fingers into Dylan’s shirt and my hoodie at the same time. “Bedroom.”
We didn’t argue.
