Max moves the table out of the way and positions his chair close to his brother’s. After he sits down, he takes my left leg into his lap and starts to massage that foot while Miles works on the right one.
“I’m having a good time, too,” Max says. “I’m really glad we met you.”
Miles meets my eyes and smiles. “Me too.”
The warm glow I was feeling at the thought of my sister's happiness intensifies. I’ve been worrying that the men were bored or regretting coming, so I’m glad to hear that’s not the case.
“Maybe I could show you some sights around the area sometime in the future … since you’re new to town.”
As soon as the words start to leave my mouth, my head fills with doubts. Just because they’re having a good time at this beautiful resort doesn’t mean they have any expectations for the future. If they do, I should’ve let them be the ones to bring it up.
“That sounds great. I hope we can keep seeing you after the wedding.” Max runs his thumb along the side of my foot, and I squirm at the way it tickles.
I laugh, not just at the ticklish feeling, but also because happiness is bubbling up from my belly. They want to see me again!
But what does that mean? Would I hang out with both of them together? Would I go out with them individually?
Either option sounds great, and both options sound wonderful, and then I have to laugh to myself about how I had absolutely no interest in getting involved with a man. That was before I metthesemen.
They’d been massaging each of my feet in different ways, but suddenly, their movements sync up, each of them pressing theirthumbs into my heels and rubbing there, before both gliding up toward the pads of my feet in perfect coordination.
I fall backward onto the bed and sigh at how blissful it feels.
“Are you tired, Callie?” It’s Max who asks, making me realize I can somehow tell their voices apart when I’m not looking at them.
I blink up at the ceiling and let out another sigh. “No, I’m not tired. I think the sugar’s just starting to hit me, actually.” Propping myself on my elbows, I look at both of them. “You’re probably getting tired of rubbing my feet, though. You can stop whenever you feel like it.”
“Or we can move on to giving you a full body massage, if you’d like.”
“Both of you?” My voice comes out like a little squeak, making Max chuckle.
“Why not?”
When I find my voice again, I say, “I mean … I guess I’d be dumb to turn down an offer like that. You’re both making my feet feel really good.”
“Then it’s time we make your whole body feel really good.”
Max’s tone of voice gives me the idea there’s more on offer than the type of massage I received at the spa earlier today. Or is that wishful thinking on my part?
“Where would you like me?” The atmosphere suddenly feels charged, and each word seems like an innuendo.
How would you like me? Because I think I’m yours to do with as you wish.
“How about face down on the bed?”
It’s still Max making these arrangements. I send a quick glance in Miles’s direction and find that he’s definitely not disinterested, but there’s some wariness in his eyes. Is it uncomfortable for him that they’re both here, with what Max is proposing?
A foot massage was one thing. It’s a kind gesture. But a full-body massage, in a private hotel room, on a bed, with me in these thin pajamas, is something else entirely.
CHAPTER 46
CALLIE
Ilie in the center of the king-size bed and rest my head on folded arms. I can’t see what’s happening around me, but I feel the weight of one of the men, I assume Max, come onto the bed beside me.
I’m wondering if this will all be too weird for Miles, but then the mattress presses down on my other side, and I’m surrounded.
My skin seems to vibrate in anticipation of their touch, every bit of me coming alive just knowing they’re right here next to me. I realize I’m holding my breath as hands grip each of my shoulders, gently squeezing, and I let out a long exhale, letting myself sink into the bed.
