“To two men,” I added. I was saying what she wouldn’t, but I wanted to get all her worries out in the open. To address each one and put it behind us. Unless she was wildly open to threesomes—which I knew she wasn’t since she’d admitted to never being with two men before—or she grew up in Bridgewater, this was going to be a struggle for her. This meaning being with both Micah and me. Permanently.
“Yes!” she said, her voice rising, her hands going up in the air.
I wanted to get closer to her, to pull her into my arms, but I worried she’d bolt. So I stood still, hands at my sides, coiled rope slack in my fingers.
“There’s something between us, sugar. Can’t you feel it?”
“We have chemistry.” She shrugged as if what this was between us was just chemistry. f**k no. It was so much more than t
