She gives them both a quick kiss before linking her fingers through mine. I peek out into the main living area, seeing that it’s still clear.
I guess Grayson’s plan of having the other guys organize the supply room downstairs really worked.
Warren and I are going to need to make quick work of cleaning up the pantry because that’s what we’re supposed to be doing right now.
It was well worth it, though, for the girl whose hand is still in mine as we quietly sneak down the back staircase. I look through the back door, making sure no one is in the parking lot.
“I can make it from here,” she tells me when I start to walk with her to her car.
I give her hand a squeeze. “I’m walking you to your car.”
We sneak along the side of the building and up the narrow alley to where her car is parked. I suddenly feel like a teenager who’s about to get caught sneaking in after curfew.
She leans back against the driver’s side door, looking up at me. “That was fun. I think I’m more awake now,” she says with a sparkle in her eyes that wasn’t there when we ran into her at the coffee shop.
I step in closer, so our bodies are pressed together. “I’m glad we could be your very own cock-flavored energy drink.”
“Where do you come up with this shit?” she laughs, resting her cheek against my chest.
My arms wind around her. “I have no idea. I’m pretty sure I was just born this way.”
She hums against me but doesn’t make any move to separate herself from our embrace.
Finally, she tilts her head back. “Well, I like all the parts of you, your weird-ass humor included.”
Her words make my heart squeeze in my chest. An ache radiates through me that feels an awful lot like longing—and something more that makes me want to sprint away in the opposite direction.
I deflect with another joke that makes her giggle as I help in into her car, but the look she gives me in the mirror as she pulls away has my brain rioting.
This was fun. It’s supposed to bejustfun.
My heart shouldn’t be longing to hold onto her…For what? Forever?
I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. I don’tdorelationships. Everything I do is light and fun with no commitment in sight. And I definitely don’t do anything within the realm of…
I can’t even make myself think the four-letter word.
Fun. This has to stay in fun territory. I can’t do more. It will hurt far too much.
I can’t have someone else leave me.
They always leave.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Sienna
My elbowslean against the counter as I stare at the snowflakes slowly falling to the ground outside. My body might be at the shelter, but my mind is far away.
More specifically, it’s in all the places I’ve had sex with three incredible men lately.
I’ve had more sex in the last few months than I had in the rest of my life combined. That is absolutely crazy to admit, but I don’t regret a single second.
They set out with the goal to make me enjoy sex again, while helping me discover what I truly like.
I can wholeheartedly say that they have succeeded. I would shout it from the rooftops that I absolutelydolove sex.
Well, maybe from a rooftop where no one else is around.
