Which meant I was oblivious, as always.
Oh well.
I sat on the couch with my legs propped up on the coffee table, my phoenix journal propped up on my bent knees. I’d filled a lot of the pages with things I wanted to remember, little stories and tales about Fletcher and Adam. Today, I was writing about the way my soul hummed whenever my boyfriends werenear—I was still getting used to that word in the plural—when I heard the door.
Fletcher pranced in wearing distressed jean shorts and a t-shirt with a melting rainbow ice cream cone on it that said “I Got Drip.” He tied his red hair back in a ponytail, something he’d been doing all summer long.
I had to admit, I liked his hair long. When he first got out of the shower, it curled into these tiny ringlets that made me want to bury my fingers in them. His hair was beautiful, not your typical ginger, but a deeper auburn that had brighter, ruby tones when the sun hit it just right.
Fletcher paused halfway to me, a strange look on his face. “What?”
I blinked twice, and my cheeks grew hot when I realized he’d caught me openly gawking at him. “Nothing,” I blurted.
He giggled. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” he teased, then crossed the room to greet me. Only then did I realize he had a small shopping bag dangling from one hand. He opened it and reached inside. “I got something for you.”
“What is it?”
He pulled out a cute leather bracelet with teal and red glass beads that glistened in the sunlight. In the center was a small metal charm—a wolf’s paw. My smile stretched from ear to ear as I stared at it, my heart all over the place. I wasn’t used to getting so much attention.
“I saw it and felt like it matched your vibe,” he said, as if it were just that simple. “What do you think?”
“Fletcher, I… It’s beautiful,” I murmured.
“Want help putting it on?”
I quickly closed my journal and set the book aside, then held out my left arm. Fletcher carefully clasped the bracelet around my wrist with the lobster claw and then gently turned my hand over so that we could both admire it.
It looked perfect.
My heart ached. “It’s beautiful.”
Fletcher’s expression took on a soft fondness as he leaned in. “So are you.” Curling two fingers beneath my chin, he gently tipped my face towards his and pressed his lips to mine. Not a peck—a real kiss. Soft. Gentle. Tender.
It left me reeling.
As he pulled away, I stared at him, my jaw slack. I touched my tingling lips, my heart a pinball in my chest. “Fletch, I…” But the words got stuck in my throat, and all I could do was look at him.
Fletcher’s brows knitted. “What’s wrong?”
I swallowed. “Nothing, just… That was my first kiss.”
He tilted his head. “We kissed you plenty during your heat.”
“I don’t really remember it. It’s fuzzy, like looking through a steamed-up shower door, but this…” I licked my bottom lip, tasting the hint of Fletcher’s sweetness left behind. “Can we do it again?”
He grinned. Moving closer, he cupped the side of my face with one hand. My heart picked up speed. The scent of Fletcher filled my senses as he leaned in and did exactly as I asked. He kissed me again. Our lips moved together, slow and soft, until I was spinning right out of orbit.
He pulled away. “Better?”
“Wow,” I breathed, and he laughed.
I wore a smile for the rest of the day.
23
ADAM
I wokeup with my body pressed firmly against Sky, my erection nestled in the crease of the younger Omega’s ass. His sweet candy scent enveloped me as he slumbered on, oblivious.
