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She finally shifts, wiggling slightly. “Okay. Ireallyhave to go now.”
I kiss her shoulder, pull out carefully, and toss the condom. “Alright. I’ll walk you down.”
She dresses quickly, tugging the hoodie back on, cheeks flushed but smiling. We don’t speak much as I open the door and walk her to her floor.
“See you soon?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah. Soon.”
She leans in to kiss me softly, like it’s just a casual thing we do now, like it hasn’t just wrecked me in every quiet way. Then she turns and walks off.
Except she stops halfway, spins on her heel, runs back to me, and crashes her mouth to mine. Her hands grip my face likeshe’s scared I might vanish. I kiss her back, stunned, greedy for more even though I know I shouldn’t ask.
She pulls away breathless, eyes lit up. “I forgot something.”
“What?”
She smirks. “You.”
Then she leaves for real this time.
I stand there, grinning like a teenager, my heart aching in that deep, raw way it hasn’t in years.
Shit.
I think I’m in love with her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Brooke
I walk backinto the apartment, floating somewhere between smug and starstruck.
Jackson is still in the living room, sprawled on the couch, earbuds jammed into his head, legs hanging off the cushions, while Buddy snuggles beside him like a furry bodyguard. Ivy’s still in her spot, curled up like she’s claimed the whole couch, wine glass balanced on her stomach, half-empty bottle on the coffee table.
She lifts her chin, eyes narrowing like she already knows something’s up.
“You’re smiling like someone just gave you a very thorough massage,” she drawls.
I kick off my flip-flops. “Maybe they did.”
She scoots over and pats the cushion beside her. “Oh, we are debriefing immediately. Don’t leave me in this state of wine and suspense.”
I laugh, falling into the seat. “You want the PG version or?—”
“I want the real version. You’ve been juggling three men. Are you seriously still sleeping with all of them?”
I raise a brow, sip my wine, and stay quiet.
She gasps dramatically. “Oh my God. Youare. Brooke! And let me guess—still not all together?”
“No,” I say slowly.
The silence that follows is loud.
Then she snorts. “But you’vethoughtabout it.”
I slap her arm. “Shut up.”
