I have another Fiction Friday post. Here’s this week’s prompt(chosen randomly from my pinterest board):
The guys were unusually well behaved this evening.
Corrin stepped into the apartment and glanced around. It was never this quiet when both the guys were home, but she knew Jeremiah didn’t have a work shift. Silas was in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. Jeremiah sat on the couch.
That was odd. The guys were unusually well behaved this evening.
“All right,” she said. “Which one of you needs to confess.”
They both turned to look at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jeremiah said. “I’m pretty sure neither of us have done anything to confess about. Have you, Silas?”
“Nope,” the other man said. “Not that I believe in confession. I think that’s your deal, Corrin.”
She rolled her eyes and headed for the bedroom. She didn’t want to get in an argument, even a playful one, with Silas right now about her faith. It had been a long day, and she just wanted to get a shower then relax with her boys. Was there really anything so wrong with that?
She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. It had been a long day at the pub. She loved working there, but sometimes it felt like too much when she had a lot going on. And now the boys were acting weird. She’d have to figure out what was up with that.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, only a towel wrapped around her, both of them were waiting for her in the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice breaking.
“Why do you think there is?” Jeremiah asked. “We were just waiting for you to get home.”
“There’s usually more…activity involved when you’re waiting for me.”
Silas laughed. “I think she’s trying to say she expected to see us making out and waiting for her to join in.”
“We’re not that hedonistic, are we?” Jeremiah asked.
“Passionate’s the word I’d use,” Silas said. Then, he looked back at Corrin. “And we were waiting for you. It’s been a year, Corrin. Well, since you officially moved in with us and stopped claiming to simply be crashing on our couch. A year since we agreed we were going to do whatever it took to make this thing between the three of us work. I know I’m usually the…”
“Goofball?” Corrin asked, smiling even though tears blurred her vision.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t take anything seriously. I take us seriously, Corrin. I love both of you. I just want to make that clear.”
She stepped toward them and both wrapped an arm around her. “I know you do. I love you, too, both of you. We are making this work. No matter what anyone else believes.”
I could take this a little farther, but I try to keep the steamier bits off the blog. 😉 I’ll leave it to your imagination just what happens next.