People like us together. Yeah, and so do I.
I’d worked with professional photographers—and those who only called themselves that but sucked at it—before. Nobody had ever caught my essence the way Lew did. For an influencer I had conflicting feelings about videos and images of my face, but I genuinely loved the ones he had taken.
Anyone can see how much you like the person behind the camera.
Lewis offered to take me to Lone Fox Distillery straight away, but I guessed Ollie would be off work and running into him wasn’t something I wanted after an entire weekend spent desecrating a hotel bed with his best friend.
“Can we go to the cottage first? I want to check on Mr Pickles.” Perla had sent a picture yesterday, and he’d looked so happy.
“Yeah, of course.” Lew rested his palm on my thigh as he steered his truck off the motorway by the Nøkken outside of Kincardie. He kept it there until we parked in front of the cottage.
My orange tabby meowed when I opened the door, wound once around my legs, then Lew’s, and jumped back onto the couch to curl up on my fluffy blanket.
“Alright, I can see I was missed.”
Lewis snorted. “Come here.” He slid his arms around my waist and dipped his muzzle to my neck. “I need something to help me keep my fingers to myself at LFD.” His palms ran up my sides until he cupped my pecs, and I melted into his touch.
“I wish Ollie knew,” he murmured.
“Yeah, I …” I broke off when he sucked a bruise into my skin.
Just out of sight.
“You’re mine, Noah.” Lew accentuated every word with a kiss. “And I am yours.”
I still had no idea how to broach that subject with him.
But how did you tell your brother that you were in love with his best friend?
Ignoring it was my way to deal with it. Ollie didn’t follow my social media, so he resided in the land of blissful oblivion, but eventually, I was sure, he would catch on. We weren’t exactly hiding it. And anyone who spent more than five minutes with us together cottoned on.
I turned in his arms and hugged him around the neck. “I’ll tell him soon, okay? I just need a bit …”
“More time, I understand.” A hint of sadness clouded his eyes even though his mouth smiled.
“I just want to enjoy this a bit longer without him breathing down our necks,” I whispered against his lips.And I’m scared you’ll pick him if he makes you choose.
“It’s okay, Puppy. I love Ollie but he can … yeah.” Lew huffed.
Be an ass when it comes to me? Yup.
“Alright, let’s get you to Lone Fox. I have so much to show you.”
I refilled Mr Pickles’ bowl, checked the litterbox, and said goodbye to the snoring cat.
“See you later, little man,” I crooned, but he just slept on.
Lew held open the car door by the time I got out of the cottage. He waited until I had climbed into the passenger seat, then leaned in to buckle my seatbelt.
It was so absurd, but I loved when he did it. Then Lewis kissed me like it was the last time he ever could. My head still spun by the time he pulled into the long driveway up to the distillery. He had his own parking spot in front of the staff apartments.
“Want to see my place or Mads first?”
“Mads first. And then I can grope you in your flat later.”
Lew’s eyes dipped to my lips as if he wanted to lean in for a kiss. Then he huffed.
“This sucks.”
