Page 61 of My Best Friend's Brother

“I’ll get us a drink.” Ted panted, and I nodded, dragging the bed sheet over my body.

The pleasure throbbed through my body, and I stretched out on the bed, closing my eyes.

I swear the single life isn’t to be sniffed at.

I heard Ellie laughing through the wall, and I smiled, pleased she was happy.

Ted walked in some moments later with two bottles of water, as naked as the day he was born.

“I take it Ban and Ellie didn’t see you?”

“No, Beth, they didn’t.” He laughed and sank onto the bed beside me. “Do you need a cab home, or are you staying?”

“God, I don’t know,” I confessed, sipping the ice water. “But my name is Jessica.”

Ted laughed, a deep booming sound that echoed around the room.

“The old name trick, huh?”

“Sorry,” I cringed, but he leaned over, kissing me softly.

“Don’t be. Maybe you should stay, and I’ll give you a ride home in the morning.”

I responded to his kiss, and we fell back onto the bed together, our limbs entwined. His fingers trailed down my back as I shivered, and he laughed against my jawline.

“I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?”

“Yes,” I mumbled against him, feeling deviously wicked.

I’m not going to get much sleep.

“I can’t see,” Ellie complained, and I rolled my eyes at her from over my phone.

“What exactly do you need to see?”

“Your texts! I know you’re texting him.” She pouted, waving her phone at me. “Ban hasn’t texted me.”

“You tookhisnumber, remember,” I scoffed, dangling my legs over the edge of her sofa.

It had been a couple of days since I’d spent the night with Ted, and he’d been surprisingly interesting to talk to.

“He’s got a kid,” I sighed as Ellie sat up.

“No way! You fucked adad?!”

I cringed at her choice of words but nodded.

“I guess so. She’s three.”

“He’s like, what, twenty-eight?” Ellie mused, swiping through her phone. “So, are you going to see him again?”

I paused when the door opened, revealing a wet Logan. My heart hammered in my chest when he tugged off his t-shirt, throwing it into the kitchen.

“Why’d you go out in this weather?” Ellie asked, shaking her head at him.

“I went for a run,” Logan replied, walking back in with a towel around his neck. “Then I got piss wet through.”

I stared at my phone, trying not to stare at his skin that glistened with rain, the way his ink-black hair contrasted his steel grey eyes.

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