“Fine, I wasn’t expecting that to come out of your mouth.” He says while wiping the beer off of his chin with his sleeve.
“I’m not sweet and innocent all the time, you know,” I tease him and am rewarded by a raised brow.
“Oh really?” he asks, his voice lowering as he leans closer.
“Nope,” I say, popping the P. I look up and give him what I hope is a coy look, but I have no idea what I’m doing. Flirting has never been my thing because I’ve always had Cole.
Looking up into Foster’s dark eyes, I feel a tension build between us. I must be doing something right because he’s looking at me with pure want. I step in closer.
“Tell me to stop, or I’m going to kiss you,” Foster says.
“I’m not going to stop you,” I tell him a second before his lips touch mine.
He’s hesitant at first, his lips barely putting pressure on mine. I balance on my toes and push against him. He deepens the kiss, tongue licking and then nipping my bottom lip.
He pulls away, and I can see the remorse on his face. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’re dating my best friend.”
I place my fingers up against the lips that were just pressed to mine, “Don’t worry about it unless that kiss sucked. Cole knows, and he’s fine with it.”
He gives me a brilliant smile, “One, that was a phenomenal kiss, and I can’t wait to do it again. Two, what do you mean? Are you guys dating other people?”
“Approved other people, I suppose. Congrats, you made the list.”
“I’m honored, but how long of a list are we talking about?”
“Just you and Cole. And Talon Ward.”
“The coach’s son?”
“It’s a long story. Are you weirded out?”
He shrugs, “Not really. Dating around is normal, though I don’t think everyone is quite so open about it. I respect that.”
“Good. Foster?”
“Yes?”
“Can you kiss me again now?”
He does.
My body is excitedly humming as we hand over our tickets, go through security, and enter the park. No Left Turn is playing at an outdoor music festival this weekend, and I’ve talked Cole and Foster into joining me. I can’t believe we’re halfway through the summer, and I only have one more month with the guys. We’ve packed a lot into our time together. It’s been a little weird, but a lot of fun dating all three of them. Splitting my time and attention between them hasn’t been as much of an issue. Between all our separate lives, a natural schedule sorted itself. This is my first opportunity to get them all in one place.
I clutch Cole’s arm as we find a spot on the grass and lay down a blanket. Another band is playing, but no one is paying them much attention.
“What time do they go on?” Foster asks me after the three of us settle on the blanket.
“I think at two. Talon said their set is an hour long. Then we go to that gate over there to get backstage,” I point to the spot where he told me to meet him.
We sit in our spot and watch two more bands play before I hear a familiar chord. I spring up off my blanket as No Left Turn is brought out onstage. The crowd has swelled since we arrived, and they’re all on their feet.
Cole hauls me up onto his shoulders so that I can get a better view. I wave out to the guys, and Talon waves his sticks at me before giving a wink. Watching their set outdoors in the sun and surrounded by a couple of thousand people screaming their lyrics is exhilarating. Their talent is undeniable.
“So, what did you think?” I asked Cole and Foster after the band finished their set.
They both have big smiles on their faces.
“They’re good,” Cole says.
