Page 64 of The Rest is History
We each grab a cup of coffee. “It was Sam. He was brave enough to ask for help. I just got him connected to the right people.”
“And look where he is now.”
“Yeah. Good kid. All of them, good kids.”
Nurse Wilson walks into the lounge, her face breaking out into a fantastic smile no one buys. Principal Watson groans and makes his getaway. I’m not so lucky.
“Well, good morning, Coach Cameron.”
“Morning, Valerie.
“Have you seen Gerald this morning?” She inspects my face. I don’t like that.
“No. I haven’t.” Thankfully.
“Well, if you see him, tell him to come by the office.” I don’t like the smile she gives me. “There’s something I need to ask him,” she murmurs.
“Sure.” Although, I’m definitely not going to do that. I won’t be facilitating any gossip sessions.
After school, I pick up some ingredients for dinner and then go next door to Dotty’s for a cake and apple pies for Sawyer.
“Everything alright?” Dotty asks as she packs up my box.
“Sure,” I tell her.
“That pretty baby still workin’ with Sawyer?”
“Sure is.”
“Okay.” She gives me a long look. It’s enough for me to shift nervously. “What, Dotty?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I put a piece of chocolate caramel cake in there for you. And just be careful, okay, Coach Cameron? Deliah’s been runnin’ her mouth again and I don’t want no trouble for you boys.”
I give her a sharp nod, wishing for once we didn't live in a town that watches everyone so closely.
At home, I get started on dinner, get the laundry done and clean up a little. I’m back downstairs, finishing dinner, when Sawyer’s truck pulls up to the house.
I greet them in the entry hall. Sawyer first, because Reece is hanging back. “Hey, nice to see you,” I tell Sawyer with a smile and a kiss. He laughs. “Nice to see you too.” He reaches back and takes Reece’s hand in his, pulling him forward.
I give Reece a grin. “You’re still so shy, beautiful.”
He scoffs, but his face has bloomed to a precious pink. “Not that shy,” he mutters, pulling his lower lip into his mouth.
I laugh. “Yeah, not that shy. I remember. Okay. Come here, then.”
He steps up next to Sawyer, and I take their clasped hands and pull Reece closer to me. Sawyer leans in to kiss my shoulder while I bring Reece’s face to mine. “Hey, beautiful,” I murmur against his lips.
“Hey,” he croaks.
“Can I kiss you?”
His eyes flutter to Sawyer. “If Sawyer doesn’t mind,” he says. There is a touch of playfulness in his tone. My heart skips. Reece is lightening up. He’s so sweet when he’s relaxed.
Sawyer reaches over to kiss Reece. I watch the touch of their lips, and I’m instantly hard. As they kiss, Sawyer reaches up his other hand and sinks his fingers into the back of my head, pulling me back in. When our faces are close together, he leaves Reece’s lips to kiss mine. Then, he draws back slightly, gently bringing my face closer to Reece’s, until my lips touch his.
It’s a sweet kiss, facilitated by Sawyer. Sawyer drops his lips to Reece’s neck while I explore Reece’s mouth. It's still unreal to me that I could enjoy kissing a man who is not Sawyer as much as I do, in much the same way I couldn’t believe it when I kissed Sawyer for the first time, all those years ago, hardly believing that I could enjoy kissing someone who wasn’t Reece.
And now, I can kiss them both, and both feel like an awakening each time we touch.
