“So who made the first move?” I asked, glancing from one to the other as we sat enjoying the post-meal glow.
“I did,” Finn said, leaning back in his chair. He shot Aiden a slow, sexy grin. “Mister Golden Retriever over there was trying to play it cool.”
“Says Mister Black Cat,” Aiden shot back. “Everytime I tried to flirt with him, the bastard ignored me.”
“He tended to flirt during service. And as much as I liked the guy, I liked my fingers a lot more.”
Aiden poked his tongue out at Finn. “Spoilsport.”
Finn tipped his glass towards him. “You want to tell her what happened?”
I leaned forward, cupping my chin in my hands and bracing my elbows on the table. “Please.”
Aiden flushed, and I delighted in his obvious discomfort.
“Ohhh!” I shot a look at Finn. “It must have been naughty.”
“It was,” he agreed easily, taking a sip of his wine.
“We were working late. He pushed me into the cooler room and kissed me.” Aiden’s gaze met Finn’s, holding it. “He then drew back and said, ‘We can either get this out of our system or turn this into something real. Either way, we need to fuck.’”
My eyebrows rose and I glanced at Finn with new eyes. “Bold of you to assume, sir.”
He chuckled. “You weren’t the one walking around with a hard on for six months.”
I tilted my head to one side. “And yet isn’t that what you accused me of giving you last night?”
“No. You’ve kept us on a hook for the last two years.”
I delighted in his grumbled annoyance before turning back to Aiden. “Continue.”
He shrugged. “We fucked in the cooler. Then went back to my place.” He frowned. “When did you move in?”
Finn lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug. “Does it matter?”
“We decided to give the relationship a real go,” Aiden continued. “Took things slow at first, figuring out our dynamic. There were some bumps along the way, but we made it work.”
“And then you moved to Kink.”
“Mm.” Aiden exchanged a fond glance with Finn. “The inheritance was a surprise. But we made it work.”
“Though the renovations nearly killed us,” Finn muttered. “Never again.”
Aiden made a kiss-y face at him. “What’s wrong, boo-boo? Don’t you love me?”
Finn kissed his middle-finger then flicked him the bird. “Not when you’re delaying shit because you can’t decide between off white and eggshell white.”
I laughed, enjoying their banter. “When did you know you were staying?”
“Truth?” Aiden asked, sobering. “When we met you.”
I blinked.
Finn reached across the table to take my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles. “We’re not gonna lie—you through us for a loop, Ry. The first time we brought our car into the shop, we both left thinking, ‘Who is this gorgeous grease monkey and how do I get her number?’”
I shook my head. “I had no idea. I thought you were just being friendly.
“Oh, he was friendly alright,” Aiden said dryly. “Practically drooling every time you bent over the engine.”
