Page 31 of The Friend Situation

Easton

The confirmation I needed.

Weston

Go to bed, old man.

Easton

I knew it. You were together earlier tonight.

I shake my head at the screen.

Weston

Shut the fuck up.

Easton

Lexi said six months. I give it four.

I glance up at the camera in the corner of the room and flip him off.

Seconds later, Carlee emerges from the bathroom, now wearing a black leather bomber jacket and fitted pants. I can’t help but notice her high heels.

“You look like Catwoman.”

She grins. “Does that make you Batman?”

“Considering the lore between those characters, it’s plausible.” I climb off the bike and grab her a pair of boots and socks. “Can you wear these? Size eight?”

“Yes,” she replies.

I drop to my knees before her. Carefully, I push the pant leg up and untie the ribbon laced around her leg. Carlee holds onto my shoulder as she balances on one foot. My fingers trail up her calf, unwrapping her like she’s my gift as she hangs on to me.

The moment grows heated, and she glances away. “Please tell me that’s not a camera.”

“It is,” I say, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Weston,” she hisses.

“Easton is the only one who has the feed, and he’ll shut the hell up,” I say loudly enough for him to hear if he’s still snooping.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and Carlee glares at me though she remains silent.

This is incriminating.

Once I lace up her boots, I stand, locking eyes with her. My thumb brushes across her cheek as I hand her the helmet. “You’re so pretty.”

“Hush,” she whispers, placing it on her head.

We return to the bike, and I remove the kickstand before she climbs onto the back.

“Move closer and hold on.”

Without hesitation, she does exactly what I said. “I’ve never been on a motorcycle before.”

I reach behind me and place my hand on her thigh. “Don’t let me go.”

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