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More excited.
My stomach grumbles, reminding me that it's been hours since I last ate. Getting into this dress took a long time and I didn’t want to risk spilling anything on it before I came.
“When’s dinner?” I ask, leaning over to ask Enzo. Most of the guests are seated now, but I don’t see any of the wait staff.
“Soon,” he says. He settles in next to me, leaning over to place a hand on my knee.
“Christina,” Nico says, bending down to give me a quick kiss on the forehead. “You look like an angel.” He scoots his chair towards the table. “But you always are.” His eyes shine with desire. It makes my core clench. I’m always so needy around them.
“Well, you don’t look so bad yourself,” I mumble, trying to avoid staring at him for too long.
It should be illegal to look that good. My God, he looks handsome. They both do.
My stomach flips as I look from him to Enzo and I can feel my face heat.
The things I’ve done with them.
Both of them.
They are going to be the death of me.
My mom and Albert take their seats, along with an older couple I only vaguely recognize.
I offer them a tight smile as I drink my water and pray that my lust isn’t visible on my face.
“Christina, you’re flushed,” my mother says, never missing anything.
I sink lower in my seat.
“Are you feeling alright?” She asks. Her gaze narrows on me.
I bring the glass of water to my lips and manage a weak smile.
Just fine, mom Everything’s normal here. Just trying to not think about fucking my stepbrothers… again.
The sip of water slips down my throat wrong and I cough uncontrollably, my eyes watering as Enzo pats my back and Nico’s hand slips along my thigh.
“I’m fine,” I say, weakly. I squeeze my eyes tight when Nico’s wandering touch latches onto a thigh and urges apart my legs. “My dress is really tight and I’m worried about spilling on it.”
“Mmmm,” she clicks her tongue, skeptical still. She’s far too observant for her own good.
“Plus, I’m super hungry,” I say as Nico’s fingers inch closer to my center while Enzo’s steady touch circles the bare skin exposed by the low back of my dress.
She might be my mother, but she’ll never understand… this. I sigh. Whatever this is.
Is this a bad decision? Probably.
A mistake. Clearly.
Is it an actual relationship? I don’t know. How would this even work? How would I even tell people? I imagine sitting my mom down and just casually… saying it?
Mom, I’m dating both of my stepbrothers.
I can’t say that out loud.
I can barely admit it to myself. I bite my lip.
I’m saved by the wait staff sweeping into the room with our salads before serving our entrees.
