her purse. She blew a
few strands of hair out of her eyes as
Troy
ran a hand down her back.
“Not
helping,” she said, inching away.
He
laughed. She shook her head at him, mock-glaring. Back at the restaurant,
Troy
and Josh had been
throwing her heated looks the entire time Aunt Min had talked. Felicity had
felt flattered and aroused and embarrassed, in equal measure. It had been all
she could do to keep from squirming. The only thing that kept her from teasing
them back was Aunt Min, who’d been sitting right next to her. There was nothing
more lust deflating than having an elderly relative looking over your shoulder.
She was glad for it, in a way. They’d never been able to keep their hands off
each other long enough to actually talk. Of course, now that she’d met Josh’s
aunt, and knew more about the two men, she felt even more attracted to them.
What had been just a fun little fling in her head was fast turning into a major
falling-in-love crush.
And
I’m even more of a nervous wreck now, she thought,
imagining what was going to happen. She’d only ever made love with one other
man, her husband. What would it be like to let not one, but two other men into
her life? She frowned, ignoring
Troy
’s
questioning look. If either of them was serious about her, they’d have to take
her as she was: bum ankle, nerves, everything. Her hand closed over her key.
“Are
you sure about this?”
Troy
asked, once again demonstrating a level of perception that surprised her. Both
men kept surprising her like that. She didn’t know when she’d grown to expect
men to be jerks.
Probably in high school, when the boys taped my
backpack to my chair. Or when they made fun of my glasses , she mused, resting her head on the door. In the dark, it was hard
to see the deep red color she’d painted it this spring. “I don’t know if I’m
sure, or insane.”
“You’re
not insane,”
Troy
said, stroking her hair.
She
turned around and leaned back. It was a clear night, but she lived on a quiet
street with a lot of trees and space between the houses, so it was dark. Peter
had liked the privacy, though now the yard work was nearly impossible for her
to tackle on her own. She managed, but not easily. There was only one
streetlight, on the corner, and it was far enough away that
Troy
’s face was in deep shadow.
“Why
does it feel like every time I’m with you or Josh I have to touch you or I’m
going to go crazy?” She laughed, but it came out all wrong.
“Oh
baby,”
Troy
said, gathering her up. “Didn’t you feel like this with your husband?”
She
shook her head.
“If you
broke Felicity, I’m going to be pissed,” Josh said from the sidewalk, startling
her.
“She’s
not broken,”
Troy
retorted, tightening his arms. “She’s perfect.”
Josh
came closer. Felicity could see the look of concern on his face. “Are you
okay?”
She
nodded into
Troy
’s
chest. He smelled good. “I’m just a little weirded out, I guess.”
“About what?” Josh asked.
“Why
don’t we take this inside?”
Troy
said.
Josh
gave
Troy
a
look she couldn’t interpret. “Okay.”
Felicity
held her key out to him, making no move to get away from
Troy
. He was warm. Comforting.
Josh
took her key, then lifted her hand and kissed it. “Relax. We would never hurt
you.”
She
smiled and pulled out of
Troy
’s
arms, suddenly feeling much better. How did they always know exactly what to
say? “I know.”
Josh
unlocked her door. Felicity pushed it open and flicked on the light switch.
Cool air wafted over them as they stepped into her tiny foyer. The
air-conditioned space was in sharp contrast to the humid weather they’d been
having lately.
“This
way,” she said, leading them across the tile and toward the steps. She lived in
a bi-level on steep property. The living floor was at the top of the stairs.
“This
is gorgeous,”
Troy
said as he followed her, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and the wooden beams
that
few strands of hair out of her eyes as
Troy
ran a hand down her back.
“Not
helping,” she said, inching away.
He
laughed. She shook her head at him, mock-glaring. Back at the restaurant,
Troy
and Josh had been
throwing her heated looks the entire time Aunt Min had talked. Felicity had
felt flattered and aroused and embarrassed, in equal measure. It had been all
she could do to keep from squirming. The only thing that kept her from teasing
them back was Aunt Min, who’d been sitting right next to her. There was nothing
more lust deflating than having an elderly relative looking over your shoulder.
She was glad for it, in a way. They’d never been able to keep their hands off
each other long enough to actually talk. Of course, now that she’d met Josh’s
aunt, and knew more about the two men, she felt even more attracted to them.
What had been just a fun little fling in her head was fast turning into a major
falling-in-love crush.
And
I’m even more of a nervous wreck now, she thought,
imagining what was going to happen. She’d only ever made love with one other
man, her husband. What would it be like to let not one, but two other men into
her life? She frowned, ignoring
Troy
’s
questioning look. If either of them was serious about her, they’d have to take
her as she was: bum ankle, nerves, everything. Her hand closed over her key.
“Are
you sure about this?”
Troy
asked, once again demonstrating a level of perception that surprised her. Both
men kept surprising her like that. She didn’t know when she’d grown to expect
men to be jerks.
Probably in high school, when the boys taped my
backpack to my chair. Or when they made fun of my glasses , she mused, resting her head on the door. In the dark, it was hard
to see the deep red color she’d painted it this spring. “I don’t know if I’m
sure, or insane.”
“You’re
not insane,”
Troy
said, stroking her hair.
She
turned around and leaned back. It was a clear night, but she lived on a quiet
street with a lot of trees and space between the houses, so it was dark. Peter
had liked the privacy, though now the yard work was nearly impossible for her
to tackle on her own. She managed, but not easily. There was only one
streetlight, on the corner, and it was far enough away that
Troy
’s face was in deep shadow.
“Why
does it feel like every time I’m with you or Josh I have to touch you or I’m
going to go crazy?” She laughed, but it came out all wrong.
“Oh
baby,”
Troy
said, gathering her up. “Didn’t you feel like this with your husband?”
She
shook her head.
“If you
broke Felicity, I’m going to be pissed,” Josh said from the sidewalk, startling
her.
“She’s
not broken,”
Troy
retorted, tightening his arms. “She’s perfect.”
Josh
came closer. Felicity could see the look of concern on his face. “Are you
okay?”
She
nodded into
Troy
’s
chest. He smelled good. “I’m just a little weirded out, I guess.”
“About what?” Josh asked.
“Why
don’t we take this inside?”
Troy
said.
Josh
gave
Troy
a
look she couldn’t interpret. “Okay.”
Felicity
held her key out to him, making no move to get away from
Troy
. He was warm. Comforting.
Josh
took her key, then lifted her hand and kissed it. “Relax. We would never hurt
you.”
She
smiled and pulled out of
Troy
’s
arms, suddenly feeling much better. How did they always know exactly what to
say? “I know.”
Josh
unlocked her door. Felicity pushed it open and flicked on the light switch.
Cool air wafted over them as they stepped into her tiny foyer. The
air-conditioned space was in sharp contrast to the humid weather they’d been
having lately.
“This
way,” she said, leading them across the tile and toward the steps. She lived in
a bi-level on steep property. The living floor was at the top of the stairs.
“This
is gorgeous,”
Troy
said as he followed her, looking up at the vaulted ceiling and the wooden beams
that
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