“That too.”
“Do you like girls as well?” I ask.
“Not usually. Takes a lot for a woman to get my attention, but when they do, I don’t want to lose it.” He locks eyes with me, and I swallow hard.
I suddenly want him to kiss me. I want him to kiss Shane.
What is wrong with me?
“Do you like me?” he whispers in my ear, and I can only nod.
“Do you think Shane likes me?” I nod again.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmurs, his hot breath skating across my skin.
Oh, God.
“Hands off for now.” London breaks the tension, and I can’t even bring myself to be startled by his voice. Holy shit.
I’m breathing so hard.
“Oh, all right.” Afton draws away from me, and I feel the loss of his warmth. Then, he winks at me.
“She is beautiful though, isn’t she?” London runs a finger down my cheek.
“She is,” Afton replies, his eyes still hooded.
“She tastes sweet, like strawberries,” London says.
Oh, hell.
“She looks sweet.”
“If you play by the rules, you’ll get to taste her.” London shifts his gaze from me to Afton.
“Shane, too?”
“Yeah.” When London speaks, his voice drips with sex.
Oh, fuck.
“London!”
“Duty calls.” London leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth.
“Ben?”
“Sweetheart, Silas says he wasn’t there. He and Oscar went through all the trailers and checked.”
“Okay.” I breathe a sigh of relief. But the thing is, Afton helped ease all my worries. He made me feel safe, just like Shane and London.
“Shane is on his way over, so start dinner and we will talk later.” He kisses my cheek before taking off.
“Would you like some help?” Afton asks.
“Sure.”
Not sure what I meant by “sure.” Helping with food—or me.