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“Come on,” he pulled me up onto my feet. “You’re sleeping with me tonight.”

I didn’t argue because I didn’t want to be alone. He tucked me in on one side of the bed and got in beside me.

“Can you hold me?” Again, words came out of my mouth against my will.

He rolled towards me, wrapping me in his warmth. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

I shook my head.

“But something’s going on,” he pressed.

I gave one short nod.

He pulled me tighter against his body. “Whatever it is, you can trust me.”

I knew that. But it wasn’t Ryan that I didn’t trust.

It was Terrance.

CHAPTER 21

RYAN

I woke with a boner.Zoey’s back curled up against my chest and her tight butt was snug against my rock-hard cock. My entire body vibrated with desire. I gently eased my body away from her, stilling momentarily when a soft sigh escaped from her.

With one arm still beneath her neck, I rolled over onto my back, trying to will my dick to settle down. I stifled a groan, when she rolled towards me, seeking my body heat in her sleep. I bit my lip when her bent leg landed just below my junk and pressed on my balls. It felt way too good.

I gently pushed her leg down. She moaned and pushed her leg back up, curling tighter against me. It would be really fucking awkward if I came in my shorts, but it also felt so damn good, I lay there enjoying it.

I lifted my head and stared down at her face. Asleep, her softened features made her look like an angel. She had the most stunning face. High cheekbones, a petite nose, big expressive eyes, and that pouty mouth that made me think of doing things that would break every code in the friendship book.

Something was bothering her. She hadn’t been herself in the lastfew days, and it was freaking me out. Was Bianca messing with her? I knew those two didn’t like each other, and if that was the case, I had no hesitation in showing Bianca the door.

I wanted Zoey to trust me and come forward and share what was bothering her. We’d come a long way since our first days, but there was still a part of her she shielded and held back from me. And I wanted to know her, all of her. Which made little sense because typically, the inner workings of the female mind had never been my concern. Despite that, women always ended up telling me exactly what was on their mind without me asking a single question. Zoey was the opposite. No matter how much I questioned or prodded her, she kept her secrets to herself.

It drove me crazy. I thought about her far more than what someone would consider healthy, and even though that alarmed me, it didn’t stop me.

I didn’t understand it. This situation was different. We were friends. We lived together. We weren’t a couple. And she was a mystery. Every time she shared something personal with me, it felt like a gift. And it made me want to know more.

Zoey sighed and buried her head into my side. My cock twitched hard.

“Morning,” I said as I gently pushed her knee off my cock. The last thing I need was to freak her out even more.

She lifted her head. Instantly she became wary and struggled to move away from me.

“It’s okay,” I squished her closer to my body.

She sighed, and I felt her body relax again. “What time is it?”

“Just before 8 AM.”

“Sorry about last night.”

I could hear the anxiety in her voice.

“Zoey, please tell me what’s wrong.”

Her body stiffened again. “I can’t.”

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