Page 58 of The Rest is History

I shake my head. It’s definitely not a no. In fact, it's so much a yes that I’m slightly embarrassed by my eagerness.

“Will you think about it, then?” Asher says.

“I don’t need to think about it,” I reply.

Sawyer places his fingers under my chin and turns my face to him. “Yes, you do.”

I love the authority in his voice. It’s hard to tell what the dynamic is between the two of them. They both seem so strong. But also soft. Where would I fit into such a dynamic? I don’t have much to bring to this arrangement. Arrangement? Is that what this is?

“Okay,” I say. My face is hot. I can’t keep the blushes away.

“Can we see you again soon? To talk more about it?” Asher asks.

I nod.

He comes over to the couch to sit on the other side of me. “I think I like the way this evening turned out,” he says, cupping my cheek in his palm. “I’ve missed you, Reece,” he says with so much gentleness I move on instinct. Throwing my arms around him, I pull him tightly against me. Then, I shift, pressing my body against Sawyer, and, dropping one arm, I reach back and pull his arm around my waist. The newness of his body against mine makes me wild for what all of this means. How is this possible?

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Leaving their home is hard. Harder than I ever thought it would be when I arrived here this evening. Asher walks me to the door while Sawyer gets his keys. At the threshold, he kisses Asher. My cock hardens watching them. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he tells him. “I’ll take your car so I can fill up on gas for you for the week.”

“Thank you,” Asher says.

Watching them move into their domestic roles, I should feel like an outsider. Instead, right now, I feel like I belong right here with them.

Ash turns to me. Then, while it still blows my mind that this is happening, he drops his head and kisses me deeply. Like a lover saying a temporary goodbye. I latch onto his lips, returning his kiss, and fueling it with the thought that Sawyer is standing right next to me.

We break apart, and Asher comes back for a light press of his lips to mine. “Good night, love. I’ll see you soon.”

“Good night, Ash,” I whisper.

The ride back to my apartment is short, and I wish I lived farther away so I could be with Sawyer longer.

“What are you thinking?” Sawyer asks once we’re off the dirt road.

“When did it start for you?” I ask.

He glances over at me with a smile. “When I found you in my living room the first time, and my first thought was how beautiful Asher’s ex-boyfriend is.”

“It was right from the start for me too,” I admit. “I couldn’t believe Asher had chosen a husband so well. I felt so unworthy.”

“You’re not unworthy,” he says.

“I’m not much to write home about. You might hate me after a few months.”

He smiles. “We’ll see, but I doubt it.”

We reach my apartment block too soon. Sawyer gets out of the car and meets me at the hood. We walk close to each other, our shoulders touching sometimes. At my front door, I’m not sure if I should invite him in. He saves me from the dilemma.

“I’ll leave you here,” he says. “I wanna get to the gas station.”

“Will you let me know when you’re home?” I ask, surprising myself with the confidence in my voice.

Sawyer lifts his hand to brush his thumb across my parted lips. “Yes.”

Then, he leans in and kisses me gently. “I can’t believe I’m fucking kissing you,” he murmurs.

I kiss him back. “Me either.” Then, being brave, I ask, “What are you and Ash going to do the rest of the night?”

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