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Before she can finish, I cut her off with a kiss. Not a family bathroom kiss—a slow, steady kiss. A kiss that promises: I’m in no rush.
That I’ll wait.
That nothing between us is “crazy.”
That I’m going to be here, holding the line until she decides it’s safe to trust me.
After a beat, she melts into my chest, her fingers curling in my shirt, and the rest of the world fades away. When we finally break apart a few minutes later, there’s a steadiness in the air between us that wasn’t there before.
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” I promise. “Or whenever. No rush.”
She nods, her hands slowly flattening on my chest. She rests them over my heart for a beat, then nods. “Okay. Tomorrow.”
I step back, already missing her warmth. “Night, Mack.”
“Night, Parker.” She reaches for her door handle, then pauses. “And Parker?”
“Yeah?”
“If you jerk off tonight, you have to think of me,” she says with utter seriousness. “Those are the rules.”
I grin. “Well, if those are the rules, I guess I have to obey them. I mean, as long as the same applies to you.”
She gives a mock roll of her eyes. “Girls don’t jerk off. Everyone knows that. We have nothing to jerk.”
“Semantics.”
“Facts,” she counters. She’s through the door now, only her face visible in the gap. “But yeah, I’ll be thinking of you. I always do lately.”
The door closes with a soft click, and I’m left standing in the hallway with the dopiest, happiest smile in human history stretched wide across my face.
Chapter
Nine
MAKENA
Iwake with my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest and bolt upright with a gasp.
Not my favorite way to start a morning, but sadly, not that unusual since the near-death experience of it all.
Being nearly swallowed alive by a storm surge does things to a girl…
But there are no flood-flavored dreams lingering in my brain cobwebs this morning as I sag back onto the pillow. Something else woke me in a panic.
Something I can’t quite remember now that I’m awake…
Maybe it’s the fact that you broke the no-touch rule with your roomie and, if Fate hadn’t intervened, would have ridden Parker’s monster dick all night…
Excellent point, Inner Voice, but that’s not it, either.
Parker’s monster dick—and his good heart and the fact that we almost did it in a bathroom under the watchful eyes of several taxidermy squirrels, will have to be dealt with—but there’s something more pressing on my sleepy brain.
Something that woke me with a racing heart and a sinking sense of dread dragging at my stomach…
“Luis,” I whisper as it all comes rushing back to me.
Specifically, what Luis said last night about his insurance only covering thestructureof his family’s home, not the contents.
