Snow follows me up and takes the potatoes out of the upstairs pantry while I start the grill. I can’t believe this is really going to happen. Grill started, dick hard, Snow ready to take it up a level—check, check, check. I’m a lucky man. Although, I’m nervous. I’ve never done anything more with London than kiss him. But I want more. I want to see where this goes.
“Shane?” Snow catches my attention just as we return to the kitchen.
“Yeah.”
“Kiss me,” she demands, and I think my world just turned upside down.
I stalk toward her with purpose, pull her close, and crush my lips against hers. And my vision goes dark as the stars burst and I see clouds go by. She tastes like heaven.
“What in the world?” London barks.
Snow pulls away and spins, and like a minx, she pulls him in for a kiss as well.
Holy shit, she’s found herself. Either she’s comfortable with us or she’s drunk.
Watching them together is hot. They break apart, both breathing hard.
“Well, that was unexpected,” London says and chuckles.
“I think you got your answer.” I smile at Snow.
“What answer?” London asks.
“Whether you liked her . . . and me.”
Suddenly, he spins her away, takes my face in his hands, and lays a searing kiss on me.
Well, fuck me.
“I guess so.” I chuckle as we break apart.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “What’s all this?”
“We’re making dinner,” Snow says, peeling potatoes like two men didn’t just kiss in front of her.
“For me?” he asks, checking out all the food we’re preparing.
“Yes and no. We were going to woo you, but we gotta eat, too.” I snort.
“Woo me?” London arches an amused eyebrow. “Is this the old days?”
“Humor us,” Snow says, giggling.
“I like to see this look on you.” London gestures to her body, eyeing her from head to toe.
“I agree.” I scratch the stubble along my chin, assessing her as well. Damn, she’s gorgeous.
“I feel better,” she admits. “Therapy is helping. Each time, I feel lighter.”
“I’m so glad, Angel,” London says, taking out vegetables to make a salad.
“What about the show?” Snow asks.
“Huh?” London murmurs, clearly lost in all things Snow, me, and food.
“Are you going to find someone on the show?” Snow clarifies.
“Fuck no. This is just for entertainment. I mean, it’s going to be a shitshow. I’m about to out myself to the world.”
“We’re the ones who matter,” Snow replies, “and we don’t give a fuck,”
London looks at me. “Did she just cuss?”
“She really is coming into her own.” I wink at her.
“Angel, I like you guys. I’m not going anywhere.” London kisses her hand.
“And you made fun of me for saying ‘woo.’” I chuckle as I take the lamb out to the grill, with London laughing all the way. Things are looking up.