Page 71 of Bossing My Holiday

“I hope so,” she whispers, pulling back and meeting my eyes. “Because I’m crazy about you too.”

A lightness I’ve never known before hits my chest and spirals through me. It makes me brave.

“I want morning showers with you. Every morning.”

She rests her head against my chest and wraps her arms around my back. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t see how this lasts.”

“With you and me or the three of us?”

“Yes.”

“It can if we want it badly enough.”

“You’re my bosses.”

“I don’t care. I’m not losing you either way.” And I believe I’ve figured out a way so that’s not an issue.

Her chin presses in on my sternum, and she gazes up at me. “You mean that?”

I drag my fingers through her hair, brushing back the strands so I can see her pretty face. “I mean that.”

“What about him?”

“He’s the only person I’d ever share you with. And I’d like to continue to do that.”

“Do you think he’s going to move here? I know that’s what his family wants, and now that we have Smithfield, I also know it makes sense.”

“Honestly, Waverly, I think if it hadn’t been for you and me, he would have a long time ago.”

Her brows scrunch. “Me? What did I have to do with it?”

I smile. She still doesn’t see it. Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who sees anything clearly without all the bullshit of unnecessary complications we mentally impose on ourselves. Our hearts see when our minds like to be blindfolded.

“He’s in love with you.” I swallow. Lick my lips. And utter, “Same as I am.”

Her jaw slips, and she straightens, staring right into my eyes.

Before she can say anything, Tristan’s door opens, and he steps out and spots us. “Ah, good morning.”

“Morning,” I drawl and glance over at him, and the moment I take him in, my lips twitch. “Nice sweater.”

“Waverly bought it for me.”

She bites her lip to hold in her smile and laugh.

“It’s… nice.”

It’s a bright green sweater with giant white snowflakes on it. It’s absolutely ridiculous on him.

“You think?” He glances down at himself, then back up at me, his face twisted and his lips pinched.

“It’s perfect.” I clear my throat and murmur down at her. “You made him wear that?”

A small giggle escapes. “I saw it in the airport in one of the shops when I was having my panic attack and bought it as afuck you. I handed it to him this morning. It was a joke. I didn’t expect him to wear it. I don’t think he saw the back.”

“The back?”

“You ready to head up?” Tristan asks before she can answer.