Page 6 of Sofa King Cute

I get out my phone, but before I can do anything, she takes it out of my hand and starts tapping on the screen.

“Here you go.” She hands me my phone back, and I see she sent herself a text that’s a row of little pink hearts.

I feel myself smiling as I tuck my phone in my back pocket. “Thanks.”

“You can text me when you’re ready for me to come.”

My throat nearly closes when I think about telling her to cum. I cough into my hand and then straighten.

“Any—” I have to clear my throat again. “Anytime is fine.”

“Perfect. Let me ring you up.” She doesn’t really walk, but more like tiptoes back to the register.

After I tap my card, I think about Sawyer fucking Logan kissing her on the cheek. “Will your boyfriend be okay with you coming to my house?”

I don’t know what in the fuck possesses me to say it out loud. Maybe it’s the jealousy I’ve been feeling this whole time, but I couldn’t hold it in.

Her brows pull together in confusion before they rise up her forehead in shock. “Sawyer isn’t my boyfriend. He was here to see my sister.”

I nod as I tuck my card back into my wallet. “Good.”

That’s all I can get out before I turn around and head to my truck. Is it me, or is the sun shining a little bit brighter?

Chapter Five

LIV

I got his number! Not only that, but I’m going over to his place. I can’t wait to take a peek inside, unless he doesn’t invite me in. Crap, I could just end up dropping it right at his door. I could ask to use the bathroom, but that’s not exactly sexy. I don’t want him to think about me peeing.

“You okay?” my sister asks. “You’re focusing on that phone really hard.”

“I’m fine.” I hop down off the front desk. Okay, I might not be totally fine, but I got this. Maybe. “I have a delivery.” I try to sound super casual.

“As in, you’re the one taking it?”

Usually we have people come and pick up their orders, but there have been a few times I asked Sawyer for help. It was for local deliveries only and because Lane and I couldn't handle it alone.

“I am. It’s the pink coffee table I made. I think I can do it myself.” I’m proud of myself for being so chill, but Lane cocks her head to the side.

“Who bought it?” When heat rushes to my cheek, she gets a knowing look. “Ah, you’re blushing. So tell me, how was Julius today?”

Does it count as blushing when it’s my entire body that’s heating with excitement and desire?

“He’s perfect.” I let out a dreamy sigh. My sister is well aware of my crush on Julius, but at this point, it’s well beyond something so trivial. It might be a bit of an obsession. “I’m going to try and get into his house, so don’t wait up for me.” Lane laughs like I’m joking, but I’m totally trying to get into his place. One way or another.

“I’m going to stay late tonight. I brought food.”

“Are you behind on orders? What can I do?” Guilt hits me. I’m leaving her to work while I go and try to sneak into Julius’s house and maybe snag a kiss. Hey, a girl has to dream.

“I’m not behind. I just have a good audiobook I’m listening to, so I might as well keep on working.”

“Or you could listen while soaking in a relaxing hot bath,” I suggest.

The girl always has to be doing something. Sure, the same could be said about me. I’m always moving around, but I do fun things. Lane will stay locked up in her shop forever, and I wish she would get out more.

“Baths are gross.” Lane makes a face.

“You can shower first!” We've had this argument countless times.

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