I stay outside a little longer, wrestling with my demons.
Seeing them kiss like that…it woke something up in me I thought was dead.
I want nothing more than to get in the middle of them.
But there’s something inside of me, aching. Something I’ve kept bottled up for over a decade. Because the truth—the real, capital T Truth of it all—is that I’ve only ever loved one person in my entire ugly existence.
Kenzi Stratton.
And if her lips touch mine…
I’m afraid my truth will come spilling out.
I steel off my nerves, finish my wine, and tell myself to hold it together. But when I go inside, my resolve immediately cracks.
It’s fireplace warm in here, and they’re laughing on the couch, tangled in each other.
I close the glass door behind me, and I hate that it catches their attention.
Jason breaks away from their kiss. When he grins at me, it’s a dopey grin.
“Hey, man,” he says. “You sticking around?”
They’re both watching me now. Lust in their eyes. Lips swollen from kissing. They want me to come play with them. They’re puppies rolling around in puppy love. They know I’m the stern hand that’ll take them both to their knees.
And, fuck, I want it. But—
“I’m going to bed.” I try to sound calm, not at all like I’m throbbing in my pants. “You two have fun.”
But then Kenzi locks her wide eyes on me. “Please?”
Fuck. Why did she have to say please?
