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I clear my throat, averting my gaze away from her figure, and force myself to focus on her eyes.

“Yes?” I stutter.

“Your mom asked you a question,” Wren says with a small laugh.

Shaking my head, I turn to face my mom. “Sorry, what did you say?”

Her attention flicks between Wren and me. “Are you two not telling me something?”

My eyes widen, and I laugh it off. “What? No, don’t be ridiculous.”

Mom turns her focus to Wren, and I swing around to meet her blushed cheeks and wide eyes.

“Wren, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Mom puts on the kind and gentle tone she saves for my best friend.

Wren darts her gaze to me, and I slowly shake my head and mouth, “Don’t.”

“You can trust me, sweetheart,” Mom says as I continue to shake my head.

“Well, you see,” Wren mumbles.

“Yes?” Mom eggs her on.

“Theo and I got you a gift, but it won’t be here until Monday,” she rushes out, and my shoulders drop in relief.

“Oh, well, that’s all right. I’m just happy to have my two babies here. It’s all I need.” Mom side-eyes me, so I plaster a wide smile across my face. “Let’s get you two inside, and I’ll show you what you can eat, Wren.” Mom links their arms together, and they head inside.

Stepping across the threshold, I’m thrown back in time.

Mom never redecorates. The living room is exactly the same as it was ten years ago, right down to the family photos on the wall. Running my hand along the couch cushions, I catch the moment Wren looks back at me, only to turn away and pretend she didn’t. As Mom shows her the safe food, I ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

“I’ll be outside if you two need anything.” Mom rubs Wren’s arm before squeezing it. “And don’t hightail it up to your room!” She points at me, and I raise my hands in surrender.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“See you outside in a few minutes.” That wasn’t a question but rather an expectation.

Wren snickers while placing a strawberry between her lips, and I become entranced. Not even twenty-four hours ago, those lips were wrapped around my cock, sucking me off and sending me straight to cloud nine.

“You’re staring,” Wren says.

“Can you blame me?”

Her complexion turns pink as she focuses on another piece of fruit, avoiding my gaze.

“That dress is driving me insane,” I murmur, running my knuckles slowly along her waist, the fabric silky under my touch. Her breath hitches, and her body arches just slightly, like she’s inviting my hand to explore. I press my fingertips to her hip, trailing upward, and she trembles against me. Her skin is warm,almost scorching, beneath that flimsy fabric, and all I can think about is what lies beneath it.

“I wanted to try something different,” she mumbles while her eyes flutter open.

“Who are you trying to impress?” I tease her.

“Maybe I did it for myself,” she sasses.

“Or perhaps—and correct me if I’m wrong—you wanted to show me how stunning you are?” I approach her slowly, more than pleased when she inches closer.

“And why would I do that?” she whispers now that we’re face to face.

A shiver rolls down my spine as a dark chuckle rumbles in my chest.

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