Darcy was… she hit every note for Juliet, in terms of what she was looking for in someone to sleep with. They were so sexually compatible Juliet couldn’t even comprehendnotwanting her. Darcy didn’t seem to have the desire to come out any time soon; she’d asked Juliet how she’d feel about her telling her own sister! And she’d been baffled by the mere suggestion of entering into a relationship with someone.
That wasn’t even touching on the – the other parts of them that were compatible.
Darcy always meeting her, toe-to-toe. Even before Juliet had been ready to admit it, she’d liked that. Even Darcy fucking stealing her clothing made her – well, she didn’t dislike it.
“You watch my tour videos when we aren’t together.” Juliet didn’t even know how to classify her own tone. Teasing? Celebrating? Aroused?
All of the above.
“Yeah, okay, fine. You caught me. You know I love your music. And you know how attracted I am to you. Big deal.”
Juliet settled back into her seat, unable to stop smiling. It sure felt like a big deal to her.
This little excursion was already very much worth her time.
She hadno idea what to expect, regarding Blythe’s farmhouse. Darcy had mentioned it to her a couple of times in passing, but she never seemed super into talking about it, so Juliet didn’t ask.
But it was nice. Sprawling, yet… cute?
Her only comment as they approached the front door and she cast her eyes over the land laid out in front of them was, “Is there no security gate anywhere?”
Darcy was obviously amused. “Uhhh, no? We’re in Pineford, not L.A. No house here has a security gate.”
Juliet groaned but held her hands up in surrender. She wasn’t going to say it was naïve, but… she knew Darcy could tell what she was thinking even without voicing it aloud.
It was just… wild to her, though. Yes, We, The Romantics had blown up less than a year ago. Yes, this was all new to them. Butcome on. Surely, some things had to be common sense, right?
Darcy paused with her hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath before she glanced at Juliet. “I should let you know that my sister can be… intense. Especially with the mindset she’s in right now.”
She evenly met her stare. This was certainly not typical for her, spending time with the family of a woman she’d slept with. But, “Darcy, I once spent the entire length of the flight home from France on a private plane with 3Gduringthe group’s dissolution. I can prepare for a holiday party.”
She wasn’t going to go into the details of her uncomfortable relationship with her own family. But she was willing to bet a significant amount of money that time with her own family was worse than this would be.
Darcy’s eyes widened. “First – okay, name drop. Second – I really want to hear that story.”
“Play your cards right, and maybe I’ll reward you,” she murmured, shifting a little closer to Darcy.
God, she loved the way Darcy’s cheeks flushed at sheerly the insinuation of areward. Almost as much as she loved knowing that a typical “reward” for Darcy meant Darcy going down on her.
Nope – okay, that was the one avenue she wasn’t going to go down while spending time with Darcy’s family. Even if shedidvery much want to kiss Darcy, now that they were standing closer. Close enough that she was inhaling Darcy’s perfume with every breath.
Would that be weird?
They always slept together when they saw one another, so they did kiss. But… they weren’t going to sleep together for hours, so – what would standard procedure be for anything physical right now?
Juliet had no idea. She hadn’t ever casually hung out with any woman she slept with.
Before either of them made up their mind about it, the door opened, revealing Blythe.
Darcy groaned.
Juliet tightly rolled her lips, and bit back any outward annoyance. Not the time for that.
Darcy… Darcy didn’t experience Public Image Juliet. That had been ruined from day one for them, because Juliet hadn’t been able to contain herself. And when she’d gone to Darcy’s hotel to forge a truce, Darcy had called her on it immediately.
But Darcy was different. Blythe would absolutely experience Nice Juliet.
“I was promised popcorn strings,” Blythe stated, lifting her eyebrows up at Darcy. “And double the working hands.”
