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My gaze is locked on the two women spread out before me, yet my mind still lingers on Skylar. Even in the middle of a three-way, she still manages to invade my thoughts. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Katie slowly sits up and leans over to me. Gripping the back of my neck, she slams her mouth against mine, and I instantly taste Summer’s cum on her lips.
Mmm...I wonder if Skylar tastes just as sweet—or perhaps—sweeter?Okay, now I definitely know I’m fucked in the head because even as I’m kissing Katie, it’s Skylar I see. It’s her lips that I’m tasting. Her moans that I’m hearing. It’s her warm body I feel pressed against mine.
I break away from Katie and quickly climb out of bed. Both women exchange a surprised, confused glance, clearly taken aback by my sudden reaction.
“Everything okay, Heath?” Katie asks with a frown.
I run my fingers through my hair and release a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, ladies, but my mind is elsewhere tonight. I don’t think I’m up for this.” I give them a tight, apologetic smile.
The angry scowl on their faces, tells me that I’ve most likely ruined their last night in town.
“You ladies have been amazing, but I think it’s probably best that I head home,” I tell them before getting dressed and quietly exiting their hotel, unable to face the two women any longer.
As I wait outside the building for my Uber to arrive, I silently berate myself for ever thinking that I could go through with this, especially when my head—and dick—are still hung up on Skylar.
Tonight has only proven that no matter how hard I try to distract myself, Skylar will always linger in the back of my mind. I can still remember the flicker of anger in her eyes when she realised I was leaving with Katie and Summer. I could feel her disapproval the moment I walked away, like the idea of me hooking up with two strangers disgusted her. Or maybe...just maybe, she was disappointed I wasn’t going home with her.
I can’t help but wonder if she actually cared, and that perhaps, she feels the same way but is holding back—shielding herself from the possibility of getting hurt again. There’s no denying the unmistakable chemistry between us. I felt a deep connection with her since the first day.
On the way home, all I can think about is how to ease Skylar’s worries. I hate the growing wall she keeps building between us, and I have no idea how to get through it. I just want to show her she’s safe with me—that I’m not him, and I’d never break her trust.
I guess for now, all I can do is be patient—take our time getting to know each other and focus on building something real and honest. I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give, if it means she might finally let her guard down and, maybe, just maybe, take a chance on us. Only time will tell.
CHAPTER 24
Skylar
It’s been a month since Heath moved in, and we’ve slowly settled into a comfortable rhythm—juggling work, catching up with Hannah and Nate, and enjoying quiet moments at home. Sharing a space with a roommate has turned out to be surprisingly easy. Then again, it probably depends on who you’re sharing it with.
Over the past few weeks, Heath and I have uncovered more about each other’s interests, goals, and even fears. It’s amazing how living in close proximity can strip away the usual masks, making room for something more honest, more real.And through it all, I’ve come to truly value Heath’s unwavering patience—his respect for my boundaries, and his quiet willingness to let our friendship unfold at its own pace.Little by little, he’s been helping me rediscover trust, slowly breaking down the walls I built around myself.
It feels like a lifetime ago when Heath left with those two beautiful women at the pub. I knew I had no right to feel jealous—he’s a gorgeous, single guy, free to do whatever he wants with whomever he chooses. Still, that didn’t soften the sting of watching him lay on the charm with that smug Casanova smile of his.
That night, I came home in a sour mood, unable to shake the image of him fucking those girls in some hotel room—like he was some world-class pornstar.Meanwhile, I was at home, feelingdrunk, horny, and all alone. I passed out not long after climbing into bed, and when I woke up the next morning, Heath still hadn’t come home.
It wasn’t until two days later, while sitting in the staffroom with Hannah, that she casually dropped the bomb I never saw coming—Heath hadn’t slept with the two women after all. He’d supposedly backed out just before things could go any further, unable to get in the mood.Instead, he came straight home and hit the gym early the next morning to work off all the tension from the night before. I’m not going to lie—I was quietly dancing with happiness when I heard the news.
Since that night, there hasn’t been a single mention of other women in Heath’s life. I only know this because Hannah keeps me in the loop—she always seems to be in the know when it comes to her one and only brother.
It’s Wednesday night, and Heath is over at Hannah and Nate’s house for some family bonding time. As for me, I’m planning to unwind in front of the TV, eating leftover lemon garlic shrimp pasta Heath brought home last night from his restaurant.
The moment I open the door to the apartment I immediately hear the sound of a familiar song being played on the guitar.Huh? Heath’s home?
I step inside, cautiously glancing around, half-expecting another surprise to jump out at me. Instead, I find my roommate in his room, sitting on the floor beside his bed with an AirPod in one ear and a guitar propped up on his lap. His eyes flick to the doorway the minute he senses me, and a slow, irresistible smile spreads across his face. “Hey, you,” he says, pulling out his AirPod and resting his arm on top of his guitar.
“Hey. You’re home tonight?”
He nods. “I am. Nate currently has the man flu, so Hannah warned me to stay away this week.”
I huff out a laugh, fully aware there’s nothing worse than dealing with a man-baby with the flu. “Ahh...I see. Poor Hannah,” I tease with a smirk. He chuckles under his breath. “Were you just playingMesmerisedby The Byron Poets?” I ask.
He nods and pats the empty spot beside him. I walk over and ease down, settling comfortably at his side. As soon as we’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, he shifts the guitar on the opposite thigh and begins playing the song from the start.
A few minutes later, the final notes fade, and Heath gently sets his guitar down beside him. When he glances over at me, I can’t help but shake my head in awe.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you playing.”
