Chapter 105

Dinner ended slowly, the kind of ending no one wanted to rush.

They stayed at the table longer than necessary, finishing the last bites of dessert, sipping drinks, watching moonlight spill across the water. The candles had burned low. The air was warm and soft around them.

Rowan kept admiring her ring every few minutes.

Celeste kept doing the same, though she tried to be less obvious about it.

Naomi noticed both.

Of course she did.

Eventually, she stood and held out her hands.

“Come on.”

Rowan looked up. “Where are we going?”

Naomi smiled.

“To bed.”

That got both of their attention immediately.

They laughed their way inside, teasing each other while getting ready for the night.

Rowan disappeared first to brush her teeth, still talking loudly through the bathroom door.

Celeste changed into soft sleep shorts and a loose tee, then changed her mind and took the tee back off, deciding it was too hot.

Naomi only smiled at that and said nothing.

The bedroom lights were dimmed low by the time Rowan came back out wearing an oversized sleep shirt and no shame whatsoever.

She climbed into bed dramatically.

“I live here now.”

Celeste slid in beside her.

“This bed is dangerous.”

“It feels illegal,” Rowan agreed.

They were still laughing when Naomi disappeared into the bathroom.

Minutes passed.

Longer than expected.

Celeste looked toward the closed door.

“What is she doing?”

Rowan grinned instantly.

“Oh… plotting.”

The bathroom door finally opened.

Both of them looked up.

Naomi stepped out slowly.

She wore deep red lingerie that contrasted beautifully against her skin, elegant and confident and entirely intentional. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her expression calm—but her eyes gave away the mischief.

She paused at the edge of the room, looking at both of them in bed.

Neither Celeste nor Rowan spoke for a second.

Then Rowan sat up straighter.

“…wow.”

Her eyes moved over Naomi again and she smiled.

“You are gorgeous.”

Naomi’s expression softened just a little.

“Thank you, baby.”

Celeste forgot how to blink.

Naomi’s smile deepened as she took a few slow steps closer.

“I want you two to take care of me tonight.”

The words landed softly—but heavily.

Rowan looked at Celeste.

Celeste looked at Rowan.

Then both looked back at Naomi.

Rowan recovered first.

“Respectfully,” she said, “yes.”

Celeste laughed under her breath, still flustered.

“You really do enjoy dramatic entrances.”

Naomi climbed onto the bed gracefully, kneeling between them.

“I enjoy reactions.”

Celeste shook her head, smiling despite herself.

“You’re impossible.”

Naomi reached out, touching Celeste’s chin lightly, then Rowan’s cheek.

“And yet,” she said softly, “you both seem very interested.”

Rowan took Naomi’s hand and kissed the back of it.

“I’m interested in whatever this is.”

Celeste finally found her voice.

“…you look beautiful.”

Something gentler moved across Naomi’s expression at that.

“Thank you, bae.”

The teasing faded for a moment.

The room felt quieter.

Warmer.

Moonlight spilled across the sheets. Waves moved beneath the villa. The three of them close enough now to feel each other’s breathing.

Then Celeste shifted.

Without a word, she sat up and reached for Naomi, sliding one arm behind her back and the other beneath her legs.

Naomi let out a surprised laugh as Celeste lifted her effortlessly.

“Well,” Naomi murmured, smiling down at her. “Okay then.”

Rowan grinned instantly.

“Ohhh, strong and romantic.”

Celeste shook her head, trying to hide her smile.

“Be quiet.”

She carried Naomi farther onto the bed and set her down gently between Rowan’s legs, careful and steady.

Naomi settled back against Rowan naturally, the red fabric against the white sheets making the whole scene look unreal.

Rowan immediately placed her hands on Naomi’s shoulders, rubbing slow circles into the tension there.

“You do carry stress in here,” Rowan said softly.

Naomi closed her eyes for a second.

“Mm. Keep doing that.”

Celeste moved to the foot of the bed and took one of Naomi’s feet into her hands, rubbing gently, thumbs pressing into the arch.

Naomi opened one eye and looked down at her.

“You too?”

Celeste smirked.

“You said you wanted to be taken care of.”

Naomi exhaled slowly, letting herself sink into both of them.

Rowan at her shoulders.

Celeste at her feet.

Naomi melted deeper in as both of them continued.

The shift in energy was soft now.

Intentional.

Less playful than before.

More tender.

Rowan sat behind her, fingers still working slow circles into Naomi’s shoulders, easing every knot she found there. After a moment, she leaned forward and brushed Naomi’s hair to one side.

Then she pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.

Naomi inhaled softly.

Rowan smiled against her skin and kissed her there again—slow, affectionate, unhurried. Then another just beneath her ear. Then one along the curve of her shoulder.

“You hold too much tension,” Rowan murmured near her ear.

Naomi let out a quiet laugh.

“I’m noticing.”

Celeste, seated at the foot of the bed, kept Naomi’s foot in her hands, thumbs moving carefully along the arch and heel.

She glanced up once, catching the softness in Naomi’s face.

Something about seeing her like that—relaxed, not in control for once—made Celeste smile to herself.

Then she lowered her head and placed a light kiss to the top of Naomi’s foot.

Naomi opened her eyes immediately and looked down at her.

“…wow,” she said quietly.

Celeste shrugged, trying to act casual.

“What?”

Rowan laughed softly behind her and kissed Naomi’s neck again.

“She’s sweet when she forgets to be shy.”

Celeste rolled her eyes.

“I’m not shy.”

Naomi raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

Celeste held her gaze while kissing her foot once more, slower this time.

Naomi’s lips curved.

“Maybe not anymore.”

Celeste gently set Naomi’s foot down and let her hands travel upward, smoothing slow touches along her calves, then over the length of her legs with careful palms.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss just above Naomi’s ankle.

Then another to the side of her calf.

Then one to her knee.

Naomi’s breath deepened.

Rowan’s hands moved from Naomi’s shoulders to her upper arms, smoothing down them gently before wrapping around her waist from behind.

Another kiss at her neck.

Another along her jaw.

Then Rowan turned Naomi’s face slightly and kissed her on the lips—slow, warm, lingering.

Naomi met her immediately, one hand lifting to rest over Rowan’s wrist.

When they parted, Rowan smiled against her mouth.

“There you are.”

Naomi let out a soft breath, eyes half-lidded.

“Still here.”

Celeste smiled at the sight of them, then leaned forward to place another kiss along Naomi’s thigh, followed by a gentle touch of her hands smoothing back down her legs.

Naomi leaned back into Rowan, eyes fluttering closed.

Celeste switched to Naomi’s other leg, rubbing it with the same careful attention, thumbs easing tension from muscle and skin alike before pressing another light kiss there.

“You two are spoiling me,” Naomi murmured.

“You earned it,” Rowan said against her skin before kissing her cheek.

Celeste nodded.

“You take care of everybody else.”

Naomi opened her eyes again, looking between them.

There was no teasing in her expression now.

Just warmth.

“And who takes care of you two?”

Rowan kissed her softly once more.

“Tonight? We are.”

Celeste smiled and squeezed Naomi’s leg gently.

“You can let us.”

For a moment, Naomi said nothing.

She simply looked at them both, taking it in.

Then she reached one hand back for Rowan and one forward for Celeste.

When they each took it, she smiled.

“Okay,” Naomi said softly, glancing between them. “You can keep kissing.”

Rowan laughed under her breath and kissed Naomi’s cheek, then her jaw again.

Celeste grinned and lowered another soft kiss to Naomi’s leg.

The ocean rolled softly beneath the villa.

Moonlight stretched across the bed.

And the three of them stayed there—

close, quiet, connected—

letting care speak louder than words.