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Morgan watches me for a moment before pushing off the counter. As he passes, his fingers graze my hip, his palm sliding just enough to make me gasp.
I whip around, but he’s already walking away. “I’ll pick the movie,” he calls over his shoulder.
Damien follows behind him, but not before trailing his fingers lightly along the curve of my waist, just enough to make my breath hitch.
I stand there, gripping my water bottle like a lifeline, trying to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs.
What the hell did I just sign up for?
9
MORGAN
Aria is so sexy, I can’t stop staring at her, and she’s squirming beneath my gaze. Damien fucked off earlier for a shower, making comments about Aria joining him, but she stayed with me and watched the movie.
Go me.
I couldn’t even tell you what movie it is. Some rom-com I chose for Aria, delighting in her little gasps of laughter as it went on. It’s nearing the end now, and she’s making noises about having a shower.
“Maybe I should have joined Damien,” she jokes, rising to her feet.
This is it, my moment.
“Why? I have the biggest bathroom in the cabin,” I say quickly as her eyes grow wide, pupils dilating at my words. “And, I need a shower. Ideally, a cold one.”
Aria stares at me, and I can see that she’s trying to work out if I’m being serious. So, to prove that I am, I lean forward and let my fingers brush against hers.
“Come on, shower with me.”
Aria’s cheeks flush a deep pink as her eyes dart toward Damien’s room, and I smile softly.
“He won’t mind.”
I don’t care if he does, to be honest, but if he did, he should’ve carried her, caveman-style, to his room. I step closer and run my fingers down her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut as she inhales sharply.
“Morgan,” she breathes my name, and I close my eyes, letting her voice wash over me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this about someone. Where their touch, their voice, everything, speaks to my soul.
So fucking long.
“Yeah?” My voice is husky and filled with longing for this woman I’ve barely known for forty-eight hours. That one of my best friends fucked less than twenty-four hours ago.
I don’t care.
I would bury my face between her legs and drink his come if I had to, just to taste her.
“Are you sure? I don’t even know you guys, and I swear I’m not like this…” Her voice trails off when my teeth sink into my bottom lip, hard, as I exhale heavily.
“But do you want it?” I ask, dipping my head close.
So fucking close.
My dick isthrobbing.
“It?” Aria whispers, her eyes fixated on my mouth.
This woman, I swear to god.
“This,” I comment, waving a hand between us. “Do you want this?”
