Page 25 of Bliss: Part 1
I could feel Bliss watching us, her little shaky exhales telling me that she found this exciting. I deepened the kiss, curling my tongue around his in a rough way, and tasting every inch of his mouth.
I loved women, but,fuck…kissing men was different.
As the kiss got more intense, Dash pushed against my chest, wanting to end this way sooner than I hoped. I tried to fight it, kept kissing him as he started to mutter curses, and when he finally managed to break free, he said, “That’s enough.”
The three of us looked at each other, letting everything we just did settle between us. And when I decided that the fun part was over, I turned and headed back to the house without saying another word.
I had a lot to think about. Shit, I had to tell Tripp.
We were all in this now, and I didn’t want to leave him out of this.
Mostly out of curiosity, and to find out if he was as sick as us.
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It was all starting to feel like a fever dream.
How was it possible that all of them were into this? It wasn’t very surprising with Dash. I knew he liked me more than he should, and I liked him back the same way. But Ashby and Rhys? That was where everything started to feel unreal. Simply because I hadn’t seen it coming. Not from them. Not like this.
We were all sitting at our round dinner table, eating roast chicken with the TV on in the background. Nobody talked much, just the occasional mutter coming from Odin.
I didn’t dare to look at any of them. I could feel Rhys and Ashby watching me, and even Tripp’s gaze burned into the side of my face at times. But I didn’t look up. I let them stare and continued to eat my food.
“More potatoes?” Dad asked, holding the serving spoon halfway between the bowl and my plate.
I blinked, forcing myself to look up. “Yeah. Thanks.”
He dropped a scoop onto my plate and moved on without noticing that I was barely breathing. He had no clue about the things I’d done since last night. God, this was as exciting as it was dangerous.
Under the table, Dash’s hand found mine. It was a subtle touch at first, but he knew exactly how much I needed it. He brushed his knuckles against the back of my hand first, then he slid his fingers in between mine and gave a soft squeeze. Just slightly. Just enough to steady me.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
He didn’t look back at me. His focus stayed on his plate. But his hand stayed right there.
I gave his fingers a small squeeze, then smiled. It was a quiet thank you, which I knew he wouldn’t accept because to him, gestures like these were a given.
His thumb moved across mine, slow and calm, letting me know that he would never leave my side. It helped. Not enough to make everything feel right, but enough to stop the shaking in my chest.
Tripp cleared his throat and broke the silence. I looked at him, and the way his jaw clenched made me think he was about to say something that would get me in trouble.
Maybe the others had told him.
He looked at me with his dark blue eyes, his jaw working as he chewed the piece of chicken he put in his mouth. Then he swallowed and moved his gaze to Dad.
“I talked to the guys and we decided to fix the shed instead of tearing it down. We can make something out of it. A second house. Maybe a place to hang out instead of the basement.”
I let out a relieved breath. He didn’t know.
Or maybe he did but didn’t want me to know that he knew.
Either way, the things I did with Ashby, Dash, and Rhys didn’t come up at the dinner table.
“I don’t care what you do with that shed as long as you don’t come asking me for help. This summer, I don’t want to hear anything from anyone. I want to relax,” Dad stated.
Rhys laughed, which got everyone else to laugh too. “You? Relax? We all know you’ll open the shop back up after a damn week of it being closed. You can’t relax for shit, old man.”
