Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Thank you for the beer, by the way,” Cam says. “Trish forgot to tell us about it, and we didn’t see it until this morning.”
She nods and mumbles, “You’re welcome.” It doesn’t look like the beer, or our lack of acknowledgement, is the issue.
“We were planning to come by to see you later this morning,” I tell her, and she frowns.
Maybe we’ve been taking things too slow, but it’s only been a few days since we went out. We kissed her the night we babysat, and we’ve been in touch with texts. I thought we’ve been striking the right balance between letting her know we’re interested and coming on too strong, but we’re still getting to know her, and she may have a different perspective on things.
“We wanted to ask if you’d like to go out again,” Cam says. “We could play a different escape room, with or without Jessie, it’s up to you. Or do something else entirely.”
She takes a step backward, folding her arms more tightly around herself. The wall just got higher. She kicks at a clump of grass near her foot. “I had a lot of fun the night we went out, but I don’t think we should go out again.”
“Why?” Cam asks, beating me to the question.
“When I date again, I need to focus on looking for something serious. I have Jessie to think about, and I want to invest my time in something with future potential.”
Wow, okay. Does Stella see us the same way our followers do? Just good for looks and laughs, eye candy with no substance? It’s a punch in the gut, and I’m ready to jump back over the fence, but Cam doesn’t seem to be taking it quite as hard.
“Why are you assuming this can’t be something serious? Because there’s two of us?”
She doesn’t quite look him in the eye. “I’m not comfortable with what you do … with what goes on with all your fans.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Cam says, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, we don’t plan on making shirtless videos forever.”
I crouch to pet Goldfish and take time to think things over. The idea of Stella looking at our channel makes me cringe. Some of the videos are fun and funny, but if she ventured into the comment section? That’s a different story.
How would I feel if I was dating a woman who made thirst trap videos for thousands of followers? I probably wouldn’t be comfortable with it, either.
But Stella has to know that none of our followers mean anything to us. I mean, we appreciate them, but not that way.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been interested in a woman like I am with her. I can’t let this be an obstacle, and I’d be a fool not to at least try to convince her to give us a chance.
CHAPTER 32
STELLA
Why are they making this more difficult than it needs to be?
When I planned to tell them I didn’t want to date them, I figured they’d say something along the lines of, “Okay, it’s been fun, see you around.” Maybe we could be friends, since we’re neighbors, but surely they don’t need to persuade me to keep seeing them when they have so many other women available.
Wyatt, who’s been mostly quiet, suddenly reaches for my hand, unfolding it from where I have it tucked next to my side. “Stella, you’re special. Dating you has nothing to do with anyone else, certainly not our fans. They don’t even really know who we are.”
His words send my heart fluttering, even though I know very well that it could be a line. Maybe he says this to all the women. Makes each of us think we know the real them.
Cam takes my other hand, and I regret that I didn’t keep more distance between us, or better yet, have this conversation by text, because their touch is making my head light. “You know you had a great time when you were out. We’re still getting to know each other, but I don’t see why it couldn’t develop into something serious. Why not give us a chance?”
“Let’s go out again, Stella,” Wyatt says, squeezing my hand. “Let’s see where things go.”
Would it be easier to resist them if they weren’t so incredibly handsome? And if they hadn’t given me so many orgasms?
I’m trying to protect myself from heartbreak, but my body is starting to ache for them just because they’re holding my hands.
“What do you say? Another date to get to know us better?” Cam’s eyes are sparkling with an irresistible warmth that melts almost all that’s left of my resolve.
I could go out with them again, even knowing that I’m one of many. It’s obvious that I need more experience dating, and what better way to get experience than with my two affable neighbors? Maybe I need to get comfortable going out, and then I could date other men, too. After all, I missed out on several years of dating while I was raising Jessie, so I may as well have fun.