Page 32 of Feels Like Falling
Childish.
But it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time and that’s saying something.
“Your protective eyewear, ma’am,” I say as I gently place her sunglasses on her gorgeous face.
“Why thank you,” she replies, and even through the darkened lens I can feel the heat in her gaze, and it no doubt mirrors my own. The urge to reach out and pull her body against mine is almost unbearable, but we have plans.
Because of course we do.
“We need to, uh…” I start and then have to clear my throat when she reaches out and her calf brushes against my thigh. Fuck. “We need to dry off and head over to Mason’s for game night.”
“Game night,” she deadpans before pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head and narrowing her eyes at me. “You’re serious.”
“Yeah, and he’s really excited.”
“Okay, well, I can just see you when you come home.”
“Nope, you’re coming.”
“What? Why? I don’t even know him.”
“I’ve told you about Mason and his brother, Bodhi.”
“Foster brothers, right?”
I nod. “Came down here and have been working for Case and Otto Thayer doing landscaping…”
“That’s all great but it doesn’t explain why I have to go.” She pouts and it’s as frustrating as it is adorable.
Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth, I try and figure out how to accurately describe Mason but then shrug and go with, “You’ll understand when you meet him. Guy is…hard to say no to.”
“That’s never been a problem for me.”
Tell me about it.
I swallow the words and swim to the side of the pool, wiggling my ass for her benefit before pulling myself onto the patio.
“Let’s go, Eddie, the guys want to see you.”
Her steps falter as she grabs the towel she left lying on the lounger, her head whipping to me so fast that water droplets fan out in an arc off her hair.
“Guys? As in plural?”
“What? Yeah, for game night. Mason and Bodhi live together so…”
“You’re not sellin’ this, Max.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab my wet clothes off the ground and hold them in my fist, already resigned to the fact that I’m driving home in my boxers.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
Won’t be the last.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s Archer and Bea—you met her already—Jensen and then Mason and Bodhi.”
“Oooh, the sheriff, huh?”
“Hey now,” I start with my hands on my hips, but she just giggles and shakes her head.
