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“Snacks? Really?” I lift my brows.

“Popcorn and such.”

“Oh.See, I thought?—”

She interrupts me with a cute chuckle. “Yeah, I know what you were thinking. Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, warm honey, maraschino cherries?”

I show her a sexy smirk. Now I can’t stop picturing her drenched from head to toe in something tasty. “Warm honey? Never tried that one.”

She pinches her thumb and pointer finger together, making a sprinkling motion. “With a little cinnamon.”

I tuck a few loose hairs behind her ear. “I’m intrigued.”

“It’s a little sticky.”

Completely transfixed on her thick, pouty lips, I say, “Not by the honey.”

Her lips part slightly, just enough room to slide mine between them. “Right,” she says, her voice cracking. She clears her throat. “Anyway, I wasn’t sure if that’s what you meant by hanging out.”

“Not what I was implying. But if the invitation’s open…”

She nods. “Then what? If the invitation was open?”

“Ifthe invitation was open…” My eyes drop to her stained bra top. “Then I’d tell you to take that off. Your shorts, too. Then get in my shower while I watch.”

Her top teeth drag against her bottom lip. “You sure you’re a nice guy? That was kind of forward.”

“I’m nice… I’m not a saint. You’re standing here in your bra. Kind of hard not to notice.”

“It’s not a bra. It’s a bralette,” she mutters. “Like a crop top.”

I flash her a devilish smile. “All the same once it’s on the floor.”

3

Lennox

Ipromised I’d stop doing this. One-night stands don’t lead to happily ever after.Get that through your head, Lennox.

But fuck, Dex makes my knees weak. His body looks like it was carved from marble. And I love that this close, I have to look up to see his eyes. A few feet away, his hazel eyes look more tan than green. But from this angle, where he’s so close that I can feel the warmth coming off his body, his eyes are clearly emerald. Completely hypnotizing.

There’s also the small matter that I accidentally grazed his dick, and from what I gathered, even the tip seems like it’d be overwhelming. Now he’s inviting me to strip down naked and hop into his fancy shower.

Where’s the crime, Lennox?You’re single. He’s…well, actually. Perhaps I should confirm.

“Be honest. Are you single?” I ask Dex.

His eyes were on my lips. Now, they’ve dipped a little lower, landing on my chest. “Yes,” he answers without hesitation.

“But I meanreallysingle. So, no wife, no girlfriend, but also no hopeful girl you’ve been chatting up that’s waiting by her phone, expecting you to call her tonight?”

He laughs. “No. Definitely no one I’m calling each night. Well, my grandma. But I usually just text her goodnight.”

My face melts into a goofy, bemused smile. “You text your grandma goodnight? Aww.”

He laughs but rolls his eyes. “She worries and likes to know I’m alive. But yeah, maybe we can add that to your list of unattractive things. I’m a total grandma’s boy.”

“No, that’s pretty attractive, actually. Definitelynotmy usual type.”

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