Page 76 of Embracing Sky
“Just achy, I think.” I kicked my shoes off under the table, then reached down to peel off my socks. They didn’t look swollen, at least. I flexed my toes, admiring the black toenail polish Fletcher had given me a week or so back.
I’d done his too. Adam had just chuckled and watched us from the corner of his eye while we had “pedi-night.” He declined our offer to paint his nails.
Fletcher joined me, placing a large Tupperware container on the table. It didn’t have a lid, but it was filled with an assortment of bottles and glass jars, sprinkles and edible glitter, gumdrops and little pieces of candy.
“Ta-da! Decorations.” He handed me a butter knife. “And our weapons of choice.” He paused. “Adam!”
A muffled, “What?” came from the other room.
“Get your ass in here and come decorate cookies with your Omegas,” he called back, shooting me a grin.
“Or else what?” Adam suddenly appeared in the doorway, his arms braced in the frame. I stared. I couldn’t help myself. He was so damn gorgeous.
Fletcher giggled. “You know what.”
“Enlighten me,” he said around a smile.
“Come decorate cookies with us, or else we’ll kick you out of bed tonight and have smoking-hot sex and you won’t even get to watch,” Fletcher shot back shamelessly.
Adam grasped his chest, like he’d been shot. “Damn, kitten. Claws.”
I laughed. “Sounds like you have your answer, Adam. Cookie time.”
With a hum of amusement, he joined us, and the three of us began icing cookies. I made a blue snowman with cinnamon pearl buttons, then took a big bite.
“Mmm. So good,” I mumbled through a mouthful of cookie.
“Cheater.” Fletcher laughed, then did the same, wiggling in his seat. He chewed thoughtfully, then nodded. “These are really tasty. We did good, you guys.”
“Needs some milk, though.” Adam stood and poured us each a small glass, and we took turns decorating and eating our creations until we’d had our fill.
The uneaten ones, Adam put on a plate and wrapped in plastic wrap for later.
“A late-night snack,” he teased. “They won’t last the weekend, I’m sure.”
“Guilty,” Fletcher admitted with a smile. “To the couch!”
We piled in on the couch, wrapped up in blankets and snuggled up together. Fletcher snagged the remote before Adam could even reach for it, turning it to a Hallmark holiday special—Fletcher really liked these sappy holiday love stories, buthonestly? I kind of liked them too. They were filled with hope and happiness and everything a love story should be.
This one was about a girl who came back home years later after moving away, but everything had changed—except the guy who’d gotten away, once upon a time. I watched the movie and as the romance unfolded, I sighed.
Something was missing…
“What’s wrong?” Adam asked, his fingertips skating my cheek.
“Nothing,” I said, then stopped myself. “I just wish some of these cute Hallmark movies were gay, that’s all.”
He tilted his head. “You write stories in your journals, right? So write one. Write a romantic gay screenplay and pitch it to Hallmark.”
I huffed. “Right. That’ll never happen.”
“You never know, Sky,” Fletcher said, his green eyes soft. “Miracles happen every day. Look at you.”
I glanced between my two mates, then touched the bump of my tummy. They had a point. “Yeah. You’re right. They do.” With that, I snuggled back in and watched the rest of the movie with a smile on my face.
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