Page 167 of Well That Happened

We played more board games. Grayson made lasagna from scratch—because apparently he’s not just hot and broody and tattooed, he’s also a domestic god. Caleb ran me a bath,washed my hair, massaged shampoo into my scalp like it was a love language. I was so relaxed I almost floated away.

Until he had to leave the bathroom halfway through because—his words, not mine—“this is about to become an erotic novella and I promised Hunter I’d behave.”

Coward.

Dinner was cozy. Warm. Easy. They were all doting and playful and perfect.

And now?

Now I’m freshly bathed, cozy in one of Grayson’s t-shirts and absolutely brimming with post-finals relaxation.

Which means I am also horny.

And currently on the world’s most annoyingly enforced sex ban.

I stretch across the couch, my bare legs conveniently draped over Hunter’s lap. He doesn’t even blink. Just keeps flipping through his book like he’s unaware of the thirsty chaos unfolding directly in his personal space.

“You look tense,” I say, trailing my fingers over his forearm. “Should I help with that?”

He doesn’t look up. “Nope.”

I pout. “Not even a little kiss?”

His jaw tightens. Just slightly.

“You instituted the rule,” I remind him. “You can break it.”

“That’s not how rules work.”

“It isexactlyhow rules work. Especially when I look like this.” I gesture to myself with a dramatic, slightly lazy hand wave.

He doesn’t take the bait.

Grayson walks through with a mug of tea and raises a brow at me like he senses I’m up to something.

Caleb sticks his head out of the kitchen, sees my legs in Hunter’s lap, and immediately shouts, “Violation! Hunter’s breaking the rule!”

“I am not,” Hunter growls.

Caleb winks at me. “I believe in you, Ri. Use your feminine wiles.”

Oh, I’m about to.

Because if Hunter won’t touch me willingly, I’ll just have to make it impossible not to.

Game on.

But so far?

He’s being strong.

Annoyingly strong.

Which is why I keep adjusting in his lap, stretching a little more, dragging my toe along the inside of his thigh likeoops, was that my foot?

Still nothing.

The man deserves a medal.

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