Page 59 of When We Met

Barron smirks. “Such a little lady.” His dark eyes find mine, a warmth to them I haven’t seen on a man in a long time, if ever. They travel lower, taking a long pass over my body, and then meet my eyes again with the sincerest tenderness about them. “Thank you for watching them.”

“It was the best day I’ve had in a long time.” It’s in this moment, I want to tell him what I know. My lack of words give my existence in their life an expiration date.

But at least the view is nice.

BARRON

“So, who won the bet?”

“They’re still alive. So I think I won,” Kacy says with a certain cocky vibe I find incredibly sexy. It’s probably because she’s half-naked and wearing my T-shirt, or she’s got that crazy but insanely hot thing going on.

“Or a tie.”

She steps forward. “What’s the tiebreaker?”

Breathing in, I lift my eyes to the girls and then back to Kacy, grabbing a handful of my shirt she’s wearing and bringing her closer. “Allyour clothes on my bedroom floor later,” I whisper, wishing I could fuck her on the counter. Really, anywhere. I won’t be picky.

There’s a fire in her eyes, desire, but something stronger too. She’s hesitant for reasons she’s not sharing with me. “If we’re going to get naked soon, would you mind if I took a shower?”

Only if I can watch.I don’t say that though. “No.”

“No you don’t mind, or I can’t?”

I nod, reaching in the fridge for a beer. “I don’t mind.”

“Perfect.”

“You can take one in my bathroom.” I point to my room at the end of the hall. “There’s towels under the sink.”

She pauses, her hands on the counter separating us, much like it did last night. I want so badly to kiss her again and more, but I don’t. The kids are in the room. Kacy smiles. “Thank you.” Backing up, she turns to leave but then stops snapping her fingers together. “Oh, my clothes.”

“I’ll put them in the dryer for you. In the meantime, keep my shirt. It looks good on you.”

Her hand rests on her hip. “I need pants.”

I lift the beer in my hand to my lips, smirking. “You do?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“I have a pair of sweatpants in my dresser. I’ll set them on the bed for you.”

“I like sweatpants. I might keep them,” she teases, walking away. The way my shirt looks on her, the sexy way she walks away, I’m fucked. Completely.

Groaning, I wait until she’s in my room before I check on the laundry. Clearly Camdyn helped her because there’s entirely too much soap. I start the rinse cycle again and then head back out to the kitchen to find Sev staring at me, her cheeks puffed out.

“What’s in your mouth?”

“Nut’in,” she mumbles around whatever’s in there.

“Spit it out.”

She shakes her head as if there’s nothing there.

“Unless you suddenly grew a tumor in your mouth, ya got something in there. Now spit it out.”

“No.”

“I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t spit that out, I’m tossing Vader to the curb.”

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