“I’m telling you now.”
Miles stares at Reid. Then back at me.
“Fine. But I’m a little mad.”
“Okay.”
“But you can still kiss me.”
I laugh, and it comes out a little wet and shaky. I turn to face him.
Miles kisses me like I’m something precious.
Soft.Gentle.His lips brush mine like he’s asking permission, even though I already gave it. His free hand comes up to my jaw, cupping it, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. When his lips part, mine do too.
It’s good.
No. It’samazing, actually.
I didn’t know Miles could kiss like this. I thought he’d be all precision and intensity, but this is way different from that. This is careful and nice and lovely. It could last for hours, and I’d be up for it.
When we pull apart, his eyes are still closed.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“Yeah.”
Reid clears his throat.
I turn. His arms are crossed and his jaw is locked. He looks pissed.
“I want one too.”
I smile. I can’t help it, because I suddenly realize they are just like needy puppies scrambling for attention.
“Get over here, then.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in.
This kiss is completely different.
Reid’s kisses are a possessive and dominating kind. His tongue pushes into my mouth, claiming everything he can get.
I groan. Can’t help that either.
“Good?” he asks when he pulls back.
“I—yeah.”
Miles is watching us. Then he leans over, grabs my chin, and turns my face toward him.
“Just to make things even,” he says, and kisses me again.
I laugh into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, kissing me deeper. When he pulls back, I’m still smiling.
I flop back onto the mattress, staring at the ceiling again. It looks different now, somehow. Like the room shifted while I wasn’t paying attention. It makes me think about the Idaho stain, and how different both ceilings are right now. Howthatceiling feels like a lifetime away fromthisone.
“I don’t know what I feel,” I say. “I know I like both of you a lot. And I know that’s a dick move, making you both wait while I figure my shit out.”
