Trick
We didn't make it outside to do S'mores, we're all wiped.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Trick's voice is deep, lazy, and amazingly sexy.
He and I are on the couch, and somehow I'm lying against his chest, our legs entwined as we share a blanket. It's not how we started, but it's how we've ended up. Riley is sitting in the only other chair in the living area, Tux on her lap engrossed in the TV show.
"These flowers," I pull up the website I've been perusing. "I love them, and I'm waiting for some to go on sale."
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