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It’s just I don’t want to drop her. I care about her, too.
We sort of just met, but it’s like I’ve known Blair for years. I knew Beau had a crush on her. Blair made him happy, so somehow, that made her my secret college crush, too.
Yeah, I fucked around. A lot. Almost to a pathological degree. But I was young. I was trying to compensate for the love I wanted with Beau but couldn’t have.
Maybe that’s what Beau was doing, too. He was committed to Reese, but it wasn’t love, either. It was about him focusing on her problems so he wouldn’t have to confront ours.
Maybe if he knew back then how it wasn’t mutual. How Reese wasn’t faithful. How she cheated on him and with whom he would’ve been with Blair years ago.
But here we are. Like the three of us were written in the stars, we just had to wait for our worlds to turn to see it.
“Okay, hold!” I brace my core while Blair drips over me, locking her frame. “Hold, baby. Hold!”
Beau keeps filming. “Don’t fall,” he jinxes us.
“Don’t do it,” I huff, feeling Blair tilt and giggle. “Don’t?—”
But she squeals, and my back arches, letting her swan dive over my head. Then I whip around because the water is shallow.
We can’t break our baby on our first night together.
Laughing, she emerges. She’s fine, insisting, “Again!”
So, the song loops while I let her fulfill every woman’s fantasy five more times before Beau declares, “Dinner time.”
Wrapping towels around us, we drip dry, scanning what the chef set out for dinner before he left. I’m a pro athlete. My priorities are my body, my food, my rest, and my dick, in that order.
I focus on the chicken stew, spooning it over rice and beans with fresh salad on the side, while I sense Blair’s burning focus on me.
“Yes?” I turn, finding her studying my face like a puzzle.
“Hmm,” is her suspicious reply.
“What?” I pinch my nose. “Do I have a rose in the garden?”
She grins. “A what?”
“A rose in the garden; a booger in my nose, or spinach in my teeth. That’s what my mom used to call it, and you better tell me. That’s part of the code.”
“What code?”
“Our code.” I gesture to the three of us with a dripping spoon in hand. “It’s a code I’m sure we’ll amend daily.”
“Hourly,” Beau suspects.
“No, you don’t have a rose in your nose,” Blair says. “You have a perfect nose. It’s straight and symmetrical. It’s not too big and… ”
Her voice trails while her stare remains. It’s shameless and adorable, marveling at my honker like God’s gift.
“Uh, thanks.” Guess I should return the compliment. “Your button nose is cute. And you’ve got a sexy bow in your lips. Your lashes are long and dark and?—”
“What is this?” Beau chuckles. “An episode of Dr. 90210? Is someone about to get their one flaw fixed?”
“No.” Blair shrugs, turning to study Beau with equal scrutiny. “You have a perfect nose, too. It’s all straight and kinda narrow with a ski slope tip.”
“Baby?” Beau grins. “Did you get too much water up your nose? Is your brain flooded because you’re making no sense?”
“You two just refute my theory, that’s all.”
