Page 123 of Nothing to Tell

Okay, did she have to tempt fate like that?Stupid thoughts.

Bastian’s hand slid under her vest and closed around her naked breast.

Keely laughed while no one else said a word, they were too busy grinning ear-to-ear.Wrestling with his hand could be a show, so she pinched his ribs and snagged his lower lip in her teeth because her other hand was sandwich meat.

He blinked open his eyes.Barely, but, yeah, there was movement, her teeth had done their work.

A lazy smile spread on his face.“Sweet—”

“Ah, stop, don’t say any—we have an audience.”

“An audience?”

He frowned and rolled only pausing when he figured out the location of his hand.Never one to miss an opportunity, he gave her a squeeze before withdrawing.

Bastian absorbed the scene as she sat up.“Why are my family watching us in bed?”

“The Keyes event is tomorrow, sweetheart,” Carolyn said.

Scrubbing his hands over his face and into his hair, Bastian sat up.“I forgot.”

“We see why,” Keely said.“You’re back together!This is great!You can be happy again!”

In vain, Bastian tried to temper expectations.“Keely don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“You’re having sex,” Keely said.“How can you have sex with the woman you love and not be back together?”

And the beauty truly meant that.Oh, boy.

Bastian tried to say something.“Keely—”

“We’re taking it slowly,” Harper said, snatching his hand.“We didn’t expect to be outed so soon.”

“We’ll respect that,” Carolyn said, putting an arm around a smiling Keely.“We’ll leave you alone to get ready and see you downstairs.”

Carolyn herded everyone out and closed the door leaving her and Bastian alone.In bed.

Bastian drew in a long breath.“Good morning.”

As he lay back down, she collapsed with him, burying her face against his chest.“I’m sorry.”

His fingers caught in her hair.“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“It’s my fault we’ve been dragged back into this charade.”

“And mine for forgetting the event.”

“I walked into the kitchen dressed like this, I froze.”

“It’s another one of my mom’s charities.Everyone cooks, there are donations.Mom’s remodeling her kitchen.When she asked to do it here, I didn’t have a roommate.I would’ve asked you if—”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.I shouldn’t have come up here.I panicked.”

“It’s okay.”

The rhythm of his stroking hand calmed her.“It’s not okay,” she said.“We ended our charade so our families wouldn’t be hurt; now we’re back in it.”

“What was the alternative?”he asked.“Do you want to tell them your ex sleazed on you thus forcing you from your family home?”