bottoms on, but he wore them just as well as he wore nothing at all. “What’s wrong?” he asked, smoothing his fingertips over my wrinkled eyebrows.
“I can’t find those pretty platters you used the other day.” I tried not to pout too much. “Where do you hide them?”
Noah ignored my question and peered over my shoulder. “Smells so good in here. What’d you make? Oohhh, all of my favorites. You are too good to us.” He walked to the door next to the pantry—the door I’d assumed led out to the garage—and opened it. “Appliance and extra dishware pantry.”
“Thanks, sexy.”
I walked by him to grab a platter and he slapped my ass, making me giggle. Shaking my head, I grabbed what I needed and walked back to plate everything up as he closed the pantry and walked to the table. Jay piled the toast high after buttering it, and we brought everything to the table, setting things down and finally sitting and eating. When I got up to refill my coffee, I took their mugs, too. I smiled at the way the three of them landed on the counter when I set them down. The dark liquid swirled in each cup, and I was lost in thought as Noah walked up next to me.
“Need help?”
“Thanks.” I handed him back his cup as we walked to the table.
“So, movies today?” I asked, yawning. “Crap, I can’t believe how late we slept, but I could still go for a nap.”
“Movies, yes,” Noah said. “And maybe if you get lucky, a nap, too.”
“Can this just be my life?” I asked, sighing into my cup as I took a sip.
“Careful what you wish for.” Jay winked at me from above his own mug of steamy coffee.
He had no idea just how badly I already did wish for it. It confused me, wanting this life with them so much. Wasn’t I a solitary person? Were we moving too fast with everything?
“Movie afternoon or after dinner?” I asked. When Noah looked at me like it shouldn’t matter, I shook my head. “I’m a planner. I have to plan the day out in my head. Makes me feel better.”
“One of these days, we’re going to kidnap you and spend the whole day doing completely unplanned things,” Jay said. “You need to learn to quiet that mind of yours.”
That sounded like my worst nightmare, but at the same time, the best day ever. What would I do with all the energy I spent worrying and planning?
“Hush, you,” I chided. “Just answer.”
“After dinner,” Jay said. “But don’t think just because I told you that means you can clockwatch all day.”
I laughed, my brain spiraling into cockwatching instead of clockwatching. I was certain he’d have no problem with spending my day doing that…
Having finished our second round of coffee, we got up and loaded the dishwasher. Noah was even more fastidious about his dishes than I was, pulling things out and rearranging after I’d played a virtual game of Tetris with everything.
“Woman, you have got to learn to properly load a dishwasher.”
“Please,” I said dramatically. “Show me your ways, Master.”
Noah looked up from the dishes and made eye contact before he spoke. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, little girl.”
His grin turned wolfish, and I fought the urge to bite my lip. Then I made a mental note to maybe, perhaps, someday revisit that topic. Maybe. If there was some alcohol involved. A lot of alcohol.
He turned and finished rearranging dishes, then we hand-washed everything that wouldn’t fit or couldn’t go into the machine. I washed and Noah dried while Jay put stuff away, and I giggled to myself at how domestic it was. It was nice to be comfortable with them in the everyday moments, though. I knew enough to understand there had to be more than hot sex to keep a relationship together.
After we got dressed, we went grocery shopping. In my experience, two people at the store was almost always a bad plan, but three?
Noah pushed the cart to the left. “We need bread.”
“Don’t get that seedy stuff,” Jay
“I can’t find those pretty platters you used the other day.” I tried not to pout too much. “Where do you hide them?”
Noah ignored my question and peered over my shoulder. “Smells so good in here. What’d you make? Oohhh, all of my favorites. You are too good to us.” He walked to the door next to the pantry—the door I’d assumed led out to the garage—and opened it. “Appliance and extra dishware pantry.”
“Thanks, sexy.”
I walked by him to grab a platter and he slapped my ass, making me giggle. Shaking my head, I grabbed what I needed and walked back to plate everything up as he closed the pantry and walked to the table. Jay piled the toast high after buttering it, and we brought everything to the table, setting things down and finally sitting and eating. When I got up to refill my coffee, I took their mugs, too. I smiled at the way the three of them landed on the counter when I set them down. The dark liquid swirled in each cup, and I was lost in thought as Noah walked up next to me.
“Need help?”
“Thanks.” I handed him back his cup as we walked to the table.
“So, movies today?” I asked, yawning. “Crap, I can’t believe how late we slept, but I could still go for a nap.”
“Movies, yes,” Noah said. “And maybe if you get lucky, a nap, too.”
“Can this just be my life?” I asked, sighing into my cup as I took a sip.
“Careful what you wish for.” Jay winked at me from above his own mug of steamy coffee.
He had no idea just how badly I already did wish for it. It confused me, wanting this life with them so much. Wasn’t I a solitary person? Were we moving too fast with everything?
“Movie afternoon or after dinner?” I asked. When Noah looked at me like it shouldn’t matter, I shook my head. “I’m a planner. I have to plan the day out in my head. Makes me feel better.”
“One of these days, we’re going to kidnap you and spend the whole day doing completely unplanned things,” Jay said. “You need to learn to quiet that mind of yours.”
That sounded like my worst nightmare, but at the same time, the best day ever. What would I do with all the energy I spent worrying and planning?
“Hush, you,” I chided. “Just answer.”
“After dinner,” Jay said. “But don’t think just because I told you that means you can clockwatch all day.”
I laughed, my brain spiraling into cockwatching instead of clockwatching. I was certain he’d have no problem with spending my day doing that…
Having finished our second round of coffee, we got up and loaded the dishwasher. Noah was even more fastidious about his dishes than I was, pulling things out and rearranging after I’d played a virtual game of Tetris with everything.
“Woman, you have got to learn to properly load a dishwasher.”
“Please,” I said dramatically. “Show me your ways, Master.”
Noah looked up from the dishes and made eye contact before he spoke. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, little girl.”
His grin turned wolfish, and I fought the urge to bite my lip. Then I made a mental note to maybe, perhaps, someday revisit that topic. Maybe. If there was some alcohol involved. A lot of alcohol.
He turned and finished rearranging dishes, then we hand-washed everything that wouldn’t fit or couldn’t go into the machine. I washed and Noah dried while Jay put stuff away, and I giggled to myself at how domestic it was. It was nice to be comfortable with them in the everyday moments, though. I knew enough to understand there had to be more than hot sex to keep a relationship together.
After we got dressed, we went grocery shopping. In my experience, two people at the store was almost always a bad plan, but three?
Noah pushed the cart to the left. “We need bread.”
“Don’t get that seedy stuff,” Jay
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