Guiding Light (GxGxG)

8. Do it

"Uhm," I gulped, looking at Rhea, unsure. "Uhm, I don't... I'm thinking maybe we can just figure it out together? If all parties agree."

"Whatever you want to do, Corissa," Rhea said from next to me. "You already know where I stand."

"I don't," Amy voiced. "So can you maybe be a little more clear and concise about it?"

Rhea appeared deep in thought, her brows slightly furrowed. "So long as she doesn't hide what's going on with us from you and you don't have a problem with it, then I can work with it. That's my stance."

Amy seemed taken aback, her jaw slacking a bit as she turned her eyes to me again. "I... oh. You guys had a conversation about this?"

"More like her ordering me around," I grumbled.

"You were a dumb ass and you don't take telling even when it's for your own good." Rhea countered.

Amy chuckled at Rhea's statement. "She is quite hard-headed, yes."

"How do you tolerate her?"

"I have my ways," the blonde assured. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, murmuring incoherently. "Uhm...so what if I don't want to work with it? This new relationship thingy," Amy started again.

"Then you don't want to work with it and that's fine," Rhea stated simply, but I know it wouldn't be that simple. 

"And would that decision be respected without me having to worry about--"

"I don't sneak around. The most sneaking I do is to follow this one around and make sure she doesn't get herself killed. I'm better than that."

Amy looked pleased with Rhea's responses, sitting back in her seat and staring out the window. I knew well to leave her with her thoughts when she goes quiet. 

A few miles down the road, we found a diner and pulled into the parking lot. The sun was hot, and the earth was dry. It was off the main road in the middle of nowhere. Something you only see in movies or books, but now it was the highlight of my life on what was supposed to be a quiet Sunday morning. 

Oh, God! My poor dogs, and my garden. 

My lips turned down in a frown as I hopped out of the truck first and slammed the door shut again. I opened Amy's for her and she allowed me to help her out.

"Thanks," she said in a small voice.

"You're welcome." I glanced back through the window to see that Rhea was already out. Our eyes met for a moment, and my heart skipped.

She led the way inside while I followed, leading Amy by the hand. The dirt scrunched beneath our feet, and the sun warmed our skins. My inside was also getting warm from holding Amy's hand. Still, I didn't want to let go. In fact, I would love to hold Rhea's hand too. But she probably wouldn't let me. I wasn't very affectionate, and she wasn't very affectionate, either.

"You're... holding my hand?" Amy suddenly questioned, confusion lacing her words.

I glanced down at our interlocked fingers and frowned as I released them. "Uh, yeah. I— Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

She frowned, already letting me know I got it wrong. She wasn't uncomfortable and didn't want me to let go. She was just taken aback by the sudden show of affection. Especially when I was never the affectionate type. Of course, we would meet up and have steamy, passionate sex, followed by a brief post-sex talk and a breakfast date if we're both in the mood. But we were never all lovey-dovey. Then the days leading up to today, I've been consistently affectionate. Cuddling all the time, physical contact, intimacy which, by the way, wasn't even sex. Now I'm holding her hand again.