She couldn’t tell if he was fucking with her or genuinely confused. At this point, she wasn’t even suresheknew what she was trying to say.
“Forget I said anything.”
“No. I’m not gonna forget. Let’s talk.”
Talking was overrated. She should’ve known better than to address this issue. Or maybe there wasn’t an issue, and she was making more of it than she should.
“Did you enjoy spendin’ time with him alone?” Nico asked.
She shrugged.
“Be honest.”
“Yes,” she stated firmly. “But.” She touched his cheek, holding his gaze. “But I prefer bein’ with both of you.”
“But it’s more intimate when you’re with one of us.”
“Not really.”
His eyebrows angled into a V. “But you think it is for me and Stone?”
“Yes.”
Nico’s smile was slow and wicked. “Darlin’, I’m not sure you know what you’re talkin’ about.”
“I do, too,” she insisted, feeling stupid for bringing it up. She attempted to sit up. “Just forget—”
“Uh-uh,” he said, dragging her back down.
His weight shifted, his thigh covering her legs, pinning her in place.
“I’m sorry I said anything,” she harrumphed.
“I’m not.” Nico leaned down, his lips hovering over hers. “I wanna know how you feel.”
“I don’tknowhow I feel.” It sounded petulant, but she didn’t care.
“Do you like spendin’ time with me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like spendin’ time with Stone?”
“Yes.”
“And you like spendin’ time with both of us?”
“I prefer it,” she said without thinking.
Nico lifted his head and looked her in the eye.
“I know it doesn’t make sense.” She wanted to explain. “But—”
He put his fingers over her lips. “It makes perfect sense.”
In a chaotic, convoluted way, maybe, but she held his stare, wanting him to explain because surely his reasoning was better than hers.
“I prefer bein’ with both of you, too.”
