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I shrug. “I do weights, too.”

“At a gym?”

I shake my head, even though she can’t see me. “We converted part of the garage to a gym,” I tell her, watching her every move. “And our boxing trainer comes here.”

“Right,” she says, sniffing a candle I didn’t even know was there. “I was thinking of getting a guest pass to a gym. I haven’tworked out in a while, and I should probably train more.” She pats her stomach, as if proving she’s out of shape. The girl’s insane if she thinks that way, because from what I’ve seen, she’s damn near perfect. “The only exercise I’ve done since I got here is skating from Roman’s apartment to the end of your driveway and walking up here.”

“There’s a new gym over in Shemeld,” I say, trying to settle my breaths without drawing attention. I’ve told her I’ve seen her naked in my dreams, and now I’ve seen herpracticallynaked in real life, and I don’t know how I’m even able to have this conversation. Usually, I would’ve fled the scene already. Probably jumped behind the wheel of the minivan, never to return. “We invested in it. Well, Linc did. I just agreed to it.”

“Wait,” she says, head tilted as she turns to me. “So you’re part owners of a gym atnineteen?”

“I guess so.”

“That’sinsane, Liam.”

I shrug, ignoring the fact that my cock is stillthrobbing. Dramatic? Yes. But it is what it is. “So, you’re used to training a lot?”

“Yeah.” She inspects a rock Benny gave me. “I play college softball.”

“Really?” I ask, though it shouldn’t surprise me. She has the body of an athlete. The mental fortitude of one, too.

“Don’t get excited,” she rushes out. “It’s a tiny college, and my foster dad’s the coach, so…”

“So, you still had to try out, right?”

“Yeah, but?—”

“But nothing,” I cut in. “I bet you beat out a ton of girls for that spot.”

“I guess.”

For a moment, neither of us says a word. I consider offering her the use of the garage gym, but I’m still unsure how muchand how often I want to let her into my space. Clearly she’s invaded enough of it, even in my sleep. “I have my boxing lesson tomorrow, if you want to join. Linc usually does it with me, but he’s going somewhere with Julie for the night, so he likely won’t be back in time.”

“Yeah?”

I shrug. “Why not?”

She faces me, and the way she smiles… swear, it makes me want to offer her the world. “How long have they been together?”

“Linc and Julie?” I ask, and she nods. “Since they were thirteen, but they’ve been on and off the entire time. Whenever one of them wants to go all in, the other has reasons not to, so…”

Addie nods slowly, then picks up a bottle of cologne I rarely use. She sprays a tiny amount on her wrist and sniffs it. “Mmm,” she hums, before making her way toward me. Her knees graze mine when she stands in front of me, and my breaths halt, trap in my lungs. Without a word, she reaches forward, settles her forearm on my shoulder. I part my legs, inviting her closer, and hide my smile when she does what I want. Our eyes meet, stay that way while she presses her wrist to my neck, then leans in so close I can feel the warmth of her breath against my collarbone. I swallow, thick, while she inhales the scent. “Incredible,” she murmurs, pulling away. I immediately grasp her thighs, keeping her there. She falls forward, both arms on my shoulders now, to keep her steady. It’s the closest we’ve ever been, but it’s not close enough. “Speaking of incredible,” I murmur, looking up at her. “You,last night. That dress…”

Her eyes roll. “You barely saw me.”

I lean back on an outstretched arm, just so I can appreciate more of her. “We have cameras outside.”

Heat flares behind her eyes. “You stalking me through cameras?”

I can’t hide my smile. Don’t even try to. “How many of our videos have you watched?”

She leans forward, her lips so close to mine that if I move an inch—just one—I could capture her mouth, kiss her until we’re both begging for more. Instead, I stay frozen. The only part of me moving is my hands on her thighs, squeezing harder. She asks, “Is there a term for stalking when it goes both ways?”

My phone rings before I have time to reply, and I groan in response, flop back on the bed and reach for it on the nightstand. “It’s my sister,” I mumble, hitting answer and putting it on speaker. I cover my junk while Addie stays between my legs, her eyes raking over my abs. “Hey, Luce,” I say into the phone. “Is there a term for stalking when it goes both ways?”

Addie grins down at me while Lucy replies, “That would be mutual infatuation, my guy.”

“Mutual infatuation,” Addie echoes in a whisper.

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