I wanted to accept, but there was shit to consider. Them living in Albany, for one. Sure, it didn’t take more than three hours or so to drive, but I’d never liked the idea of a long-distance thing. I wanted my man—my men—close.
Gulping fresh night air finally helped me form words. “Thanks. For, you know, asking. I, uh, need to think about it.” Not eloquent, but real words.
Sawyer had a look on his face that told me he was going to object, but Preston was quicker. “Of course,” he said. “We understand. Take all the time you need. You know where to find us when you’ve decided.”
Sawyer hid his face against Preston’s shoulder for a second, but then he straightened his back and smiled at me. It wasn’t the usual bright one, but it was real. “We’d better go back to the cabin. Think about it.” He tugged on Preston, and after a last look they walked away, arms around each other.