Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“I hope this doesn't sound trite,” Lilith starts, mesmerizing me with the careful way she tucks her breasts back into her bra, “and I don't want you to think that if I say this, you owe me anything—” “I love you, too,” I tell her, because I'm not fucking ashamed of that shit. Who would be? Just like there are all kinds of relationships in this world, so too are there ways to fall in love. Slow burn is nice—for some people. And friendship that morphs into passion is great—for everyone else. This, this instant attraction, this desperate need to fill each other's dark places, this is us. And it's just as fucking valid as anything else. “I …” “Well, fuck, honey, I've stumped you,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and reaching down to help her tie her dress back up. I do the left shoulder while Michael takes care of the right. “You stole my thunder,” she tells me and I do my best not to smile like an idiot. “Well, okay, so I already told Pax and Muse, but … I want you all to know. I'm … shit, I think it happened all at once, when Michael came to me in the kitchen, like you guys were a package deal.” Truth be told, I almost expect Michael to get pissed off, to throw some sort of fit like he always does. “You don't have to say that to me if you're not ready,” he tells her in this soft, low voice that I haven't heard since the early days of Vanessa. “It's not a checklist. Just because you told Pax and Muse—” “I love you, Michael,” Lilith says, also completely unashamed. See. She's ...