Nash lifted my chin and waited until I looked at him. Grant’s hands moved to my belly, stroking up and down. Nash looked up, over my head and to his friend. A silent communication seemed to pass between them because Nash nodded some silent understanding.
“You don’t have to choose,” he said and leaned down to kiss me. “We’re both right here.”
Strong hands turned me, and I looked up into Grant’s face. He wiped away my tears, his dark eyes so soft I nearly started crying again. “That’s right. You can have us both.”
His kiss was so soft, so unexpected that I clung to him, pressing my lips to his. His hands cupped my face as other hands stroked down my arms.
Those hands stopped at my wrists and journeyed back up to my shoulders while Grant’s tongue twisted around mine. The straps of my dress were moved to the side and lips pressed against my skin.
This was wrong.
And it was so very, very right.