Chapter 62
KIERA
I didn’t know what kind of magical spell was in that lesbian’s strap, but after an evening with Spencer and a night dreaming of her, I felt practically hungover.
Fishing out a glass from the cabinet, I padded over to the fridge to grab some water. My head was still reeling over what happened last night. And the fact that I’d liked it.
I’d been trying to mentally write off the kiss at the overlook as a novelty; there was no way a second would live up to the adrenaline rush of the first. But I knew now that the feeling Spencer conjured in the pit of my stomach wasn’t just adrenaline — it was pure fucking ecstasy.
This is such a problem…
I bit my lip, watching as water trickled from the filter into the cup. I still wasn’t sure whether I could picture myself being with a woman romantically. All my life, I’d been told I’d find a great man. Thinking about the alternative was a big shift.
Then again, I’d never been super excited thinking about the inevitability of a wedding. And I’d never enjoyed a man’s company the way I did my saviors’...
Fuck. Do I even like men?
As the cup finally filled up with water, I turned around and crashed directly into Leo, spilling it all over her gray shirt.
“Shit, sorry! I didn’t even hear you walk in,” I murmured, grabbing a hand towel and stopping just short of wiping down her chest myself.
“Don’t sweat it, Princess.” She laughed, pulling the shirt over her head and tossing it aside to dry.
Underneath, she wore a strappy black sports bra that practically disappeared into the tattooed muscle of her shoulders.
Washboard abs peeked out under low-riding sweatpants, the sharp V of her stomach leading my mind down a dark and filthy path. “Lost in thought?”
I swallowed hard. “Just tired. Long night.”
Before she could ask anything else, I forced my gaze down and took a seat on one of the stools behind the counter.
Sorting through my feelings wasn’t any easier with the hulking complication that was Doctor Callahan wandering through the house half-naked.
Apparently my assertions of heterosexuality had been quite convincing, and she’d grown quite comfortable flaunting her perfectly sculpted body around the house.
Oh god, she’s perfect. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the way her back flexed as she reached for a box of protein bars from one of the higher cabinets.
The muscles traced down from her rounded shoulders all the way to her hips, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she might feel just as good as Spencer.
I realized my mouth was hanging open and closed it before Leo could catch me gawking. A blush passed as I realized that maybe Spencer was right — maybe I had been looking at Leo “like that” after all.
How many women have I looked at like that without realizing it?
Before my mortification could send me into a spiral, Spencer bounded through the door, shooting me a wink that made my stomach flip. “Morning, Bunny.”
“Morning,” I mumbled, taking a sip of water I hoped would cool the flushing in my cheeks.
As she dragged out the stool beside mine, Spencer leaned in close and whispered, “Might wanna wipe your drool off the counter.”
I elbowed her in the ribs, hissing as I choked down my sip of water. “Shut up!”
But when Spencer laughed, it was impossible not to laugh too.
“What’s so funny?” Leo whipped around suspiciously, looking between the two of us before settling her gaze on my beet red face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I balked, throwing up my hands. “I’m not looking at anyone like anything!”
But I couldn’t even try to hide how flustered the comment made me. And Spencer doubling over with laughter, nearly falling off her stool, wasn’t helping my cover.
Pointing at the idiot next to me, Leo raised a brow. “She’s laughing over nothing?”
“I don’t know what she’s laughing about.” I glared at Spencer, kicking her leg.
“Inside joke,” Spencer wheezed, planting her palms on the counter as she righted herself.
Leo’s gaze flicked between the two of us, no doubt trying to figure out what the fuck we were hiding. But before she could launch a full interrogation, Spencer finally showed me some mercy. “Okay, enough messing around. I’m gonna change for that meeting we have in town. Major, I’d suggest a shirt.”
“I’d suggest you mind your fucking business,” Leo grumbled, taking a vicious bite of her protein bar.
“And Bunny,” Spencer turned to me with a mischievous grin. “Unless you want to stay locked up in the house, I’d suggest you be ready in ten.”