“Have you lived here long?”
“We moved in a couple of years ago when we were drafted to Vegas. Wes and I have an extra room our family stays in when they visit, but otherwise we like to lead a quiet life. We’re homebodies who tend to spend our nights playing video games or watching Netflix.” She gives me a small smile and I can see some of the fear in her body slipping away. “Wes is also a really good cook and I like to eat.”
“You cook?” she asks, turning to Wes.
He wipes his mouth and nods. “I took some classes in college.” He shrugs it off like he’s not Iron Chef-quality.
“We also spend a lot of our time in the gym here. We’ll probably be doing that at some point today if you want to come with.” Thoughts of Amelia sweaty and bending over fill my mind and I lick my lips. I bet she’d taste so good.
“I heard there was a spa,” she says and leans back in her chair. “I could use a massage after last night.”
I lock eyes with Wes and see that we’re both thinking the same thing. We want to be the ones oiling her up. The thought of a stranger putting his hands on her…yeah, that isn’t going to happen.
“Are you sore from last night?” Wes asks, and I know he’s doing it to change the subject from the spa back to us.
“A little,” she says, blushing. “I guess it was from the dancing. Nothing, um, happened, right? You said we just cuddled.”
“That’s right,” I say. “Wes carried you inside and I put you in our bed. We kept our pants on. All of us.”
“But we all slept together?” She looks to Wes, who nods.
“So do you, um, date women together, or how does it work?”
There it is, the question she’s been wanting to ask.
“We’ve never dated anyone long term before. But that’s the idea. One woman for the two of us,” I say, trying to be as open and honest as I can with her. I want this to work, and I don’t want to scare her. Giving her all the facts up front should help with that.
She opens her mouth to speak, but she’s cut off by her ringing phone. It’s sitting on the table in front of her and I glance down to see Dad on the screen. My hackles rise and though I shouldn’t be angry, because it’s her father, I’m annoyed at anything stealing time from us.
“Excuse me,” she says, standing up and grabbing her phone. “Hey, Dad, what’s up?”
I look at Wes and he shakes his head slightly, telling me to be cool and not follow her. She walks into the living room and we can still see her from where we’re at. I can even make out some of her conversation, even though she’s trying to be quiet.
“Yeah, some of the boxes, but I didn’t realize I had so much.” There’s some silence and then I hear her again. “I can’t tonight. I’ve got plans. Sure, I can do that. Okay, see you in a little bit.”
“Plans?” Wes asks me and I shrug, I know just as much as he does.
“Yeah, sounds perfect. I love you, too. Bye.”
Amelia walks over to us but doesn’t sit down. “Thank you both so much for breakfast, but I’ve got to go.”
“Why?” Wes asks, like he has every right to know.
“My dad needs me to go over some stuff before tomorrow. It’s my first day at work,” she replies, and I can see how excited she is. She looks so happy.
“So we’ll see you tonight?” I ask, hoping that we we’re the plans she was talking about.
“I, um, don’t think I can tonight, but maybe tomorrow.” She walks towards the door, and Wes and I are hot on her heels. “You guys aren’t going to break down my door, are you?”
She bites her lip and looks back and forth between the two of us. I want to pick her up and pin her against the wall.
“Not right now. But when you’re in our bed again, your little ass better stay put,” Wes says and leans down, giving her a quick, soft kiss.
When he releases her, I do the same, feeling the delicate touch of her lips against mine. It’s not as long as I want it to be, and it’s damn well not deep enough, but for right now it’s what we’ll give her.
“Don’t run from us,” I say, holding her chin and making her look into my eyes.
After a moment, she nods and then I take a step back to let her walk out of the door and across the hall. We watch her go into her place and glance back at us once more before she shuts her door. I close ours after that and look at Wes.