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Christine and Greg laugh, and I can’t help it, I join them, and to my utter delight, so does my mom. It’s the best sound in the world. Even if fake-dating Wesley is difficult, at least there’s some good coming from it. Being around his family again, and seeing Mom happy is like a balm for my soul. So even if this isn’t real, I’m going to soak it up as much as I can.
“Come on, Mom,” I say, taking her arm. “I’ll help you get unpacked.”
Mom is resting on her bed while I’m finishing up unpacking, when I hear commotion in the front room, and then Wesley’s older brother’s voice.
“Hey, squirt,” he says, and I hear Wesley groan.
I can only imagine what’s happening when Wesley follows with, “Derick, you ass, put me down.” I chuckle. Derick is closer to my size than Wesley’s and he loves to manhandle his little brother. At five-foot-six Wesley’s not tiny, but compared to us he’s small. I’m not complaining because I love everything about his size. But, enough thinking about that because it’ll just make me want things I can’t have.
“Hey.” I turn to look at Mom. She’s giving me a soft smile. “I’m really happy for you, sweetheart.” She reaches out to me and I move towards her and take her hand. “You deserve to be happy. I know things haven’t been easy for you lately. It warms my heart to see you and Wes together again.” I try to smile but it must fail because she frowns. “What’s wrong?”
I let out a breath. “Nothing.” I try harder to paste on a fake smile for her sake. “I’m fine, Mom. And I’m happy to be here.Get some rest, okay?” I lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“I love you,” she says, reaching up to stroke my cheek.
“I love you, too,” I reply, and then leave the room, closing the door behind me.
When I get out to the living area, Greg and Christine are puttering around in the kitchen, and Derick and Macy, I think it is, are sitting cuddled up on the love-seat. Wes is across from them on the couch, curled up with his knees to his chest. He looks so damn cute. Have I mentioned that I love how tiny he is? I just want to pick him up and plop him back down on my lap, nuzzle my nose in his neck and breathe him in.
“Hey, it’s true,” Derick says, drawing my attention back to him and his wife. He’s smiling widely as he gets up to give me a hug. “It’s good to see you, man. I thought maybe Wes had finally driven my parents to insanity when they told me you two had gotten back together. Glad to see it’s not true.”
“Very funny,” Wesley mumbles, and I chuckle.
“Thanks, man,” I say, and turn my attention to his wife.
“Oh, yes, Coop, this is my wife, Macy,” Derick says.
“Nice to meet you.” I reach over to shake her hand. She has long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and deep brown eyes. She gives me a lively smile.
“You, too, Cooper. I like your tattoo.” She nods to the black snake coiling around my forearm.
I grin. “Thank you.” It’s official, I like her. She turns her other arm over and shows me the roses on her forearm. “Nice,” I say, and it is. It’s vibrant, and gorgeous.
“Any significance to it?” she asks as I take a seat next to Wesley and Derick takes his place next to her.
“No, I just thought it looked cool,” I reply, grinning.
“Same.” She smiles back at me. “I’m trying to convince Derick to get matching ones but he’s a scaredy-cat.” She nudges her husband, grinning at him, and he does a full body shiver.
“Hell to-the-no,” he says affirmatively. “If you wanted matching tattoos you should have married someone else.”
She chuckles and kisses his cheek, and I can see the genuine affection in both of their gazes as they look at each other. He drapes his arm over her shoulders and draws her close. She rests her head on his shoulder and I start to panic a little, because Wes and I are most definitely not giving off any of those lovey-dovey vibes.
I bite my lip and look at him as Derick and Macy flirt with each other, ignoring us. Then I decide to go for it. He’s paying me for this, after all. I turn sideways and slide down on the couch, resting my head on a pillow, my legs draped across the cushions, and wiggle my socked toes at Wesley. He lowers his legs and my feet go on his lap where he begins to massage them. God it feels good. His small hands can do amazing things. And after being on my feet for hours at a time all day, every day for work, this feels soooo good. I groan as he works. He moves from the sole, to the instep, to the arch, the heel, and then to each individual toe, and they crack, loudly, but I love it. Jesus, I could lay here all day and let him work on me.
“You guys need some privacy?” Derick teases.
“You only wish your girl did this for you,” I say, and wink at him. “Jealousy is not a good look on you, my friend.”
Derick laughs. “Oh, my girl does plenty of things for me. I have nothing to be jealous about.”
Macy smacks him on the arm, grinning.
“I thought we weren’t allowed to talk sex on this trip,” Greg remarks from the kitchen.
“Who said that?” Derick asks.
“Your brother,” Christine says. “Apparently he thinks you two were dropped off by the stork.”
