I smirk as I slip my hands into my pockets and lean against the door to close it behind me, watching their reactions.
Stephen’s head whips around to look at me. “You did this?”
“You mentioned you didn’t end up going to prom because you got sick, and I never wanted to go...so I figured we could have a re-do.” My eyes flick to Presley. “With our girl.”
Presley’s eyes bounce around from the string lights hanging from the ceiling to the glitteryPROMsign I hung on the wall. Dozens of tea light candles dance around in the dimly-lit room. I take out my phone and hit play on the playlist I created, and a soft melody begins to play.
“This is...” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe you did this.”
Stephen’s mouth flaps open and closed. “I can’t believe you used glitter.”
I roll my eyes. “It was an instant regret. I’m still finding specks of it on me.”
He chuckles, and tugs me close. “Can I have this dance, boyfriend?”
I arch a brow. “Boyfriend...? That’s presumptuous.”
“You don’t do all this,” he waves his arm around the decorated room, “for someone who isn’t your boyfriend.”
I snake my arm around Presley’s waist and pull her into our embrace, and the three of us start to move to the music. “Does that make you our girlfriend?”
She beams up at me. “It better.”
“I’ve never been a boyfriend before.”
“I think you’re going to be the best boyfriend ever.” She lets out a contented sigh and rests her head on my chest.
My gaze lifts to Stephen, and his crystal-blue eyes shine. “Thank you.”
I bite back a smile.
Anything for these two.
I smileas Presley stretches her arms overhead, her eyes still closed as she wakes up.
“Good morning, pretty girl.” I lean in and press my lips against her cheek. “I forgot how adorable you are when you wake up.”
She groans, and buries her face in my chest. “Don’t look at me.”
I chuckle as I wrap myself around her warm body. “I love looking at you with your crazy hair, and your eye boogers.”
“Don’t forget the drool on her chin,” Chance mumbles from the other side of the bed, his arm thrown over his eyes to shield himself from the sunlight streaming through the open curtains.
“Ew.” Presley whines again. “You realize you guys could be waking up next to models instead of the tired, old mom, right?”
I slide my palm down her back and cup her ass. “I’d choose to wake up next to this MILF any day of the week. Besides, you think models don’t drool in their sleep? They have bedhead just like everyone else.”
Her head pops up and she hits me with a glare. “I don’t want to know how you know that.”
“No, no you don’t.”
Her eyes narrow into slits. “I will castrate you in your sleep.”
“You two are doing way too much talking for the morning.” Chance rolls over and sandwiches her between us, burying his face in her neck. “No castration talk before noon.”
“No castration talk at all.” I roll my morning wood against Presley. “You should be thanking Big Mac for last night instead of threatening him.”
Presley coughs out a laugh. “Of course you named your dick Big Mac.”