The Boys Next Door: An MFM Menage Romance Page 28
The slate tiles were warm and rough against her back, baked in the heat of the day. The sky was darkening to velvet blue. She reached for Ian and his fingers laced through hers, relaxing into the soft sounds of crickets chirping, cars rolling down the street, the scent of barbecue smoke rising into the air. The ease of not needing to talk right now, her head against his shoulder. Evening air was all around them, and the world was wide open.
Anything could happen.