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“Thanks again,” she says to the floor. “For the paints. The brushes. All of it.”
“You’re welcome,” my voice is low. I lift her chin and make her look at me. “You deserve stuff like that.”
I want to kiss her. I want to tell her how I feel. But I don’t want to scare her away.
Before I can make a move she pulls back and smiles. “Goodnight, Luc.”
“Night, Angel.”
She closes the door gently and I lean my forehead against it.
Fuck, I want her.
But she’s off-limits.
Roommate.
Friend.
And yet…
She feels like so much more.
I head back out to the group. Tyler hasn’t moved from his spot on the couch. Renae and Danielle’s dance is becoming more sexual.
“Night guys.” I wave. But they’re all too distracted to notice me.
So I make my way to my room. Forcing my feet to keep walking—so I don’t turn around and barge into Camille’s room and show her exactly how I feel.
I end up leaning against the shower wall, holding my cock. Thinking about Camille.
I can’t get that night between us out of my head. Having her around is testing my restraint, but I will not make a move on her without her asking for it.
But when I’m alone? I will definitely be thinking of her. Of her thighs around me, my cock taking her. I pump my fist faster, knowing it won’t take me long. It never does when I think about her.
I spill my release over the white tile.
Then I go to bed, thinking of her still.
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Take a seat Sir
It’s been six weeks since I moved in with the boys. Somehow, it feels like I’ve lived here forever. Everything just… works. Lucas and Tyler are easy to be around—effortlesslyeasy.
We fell into a rhythm almost instantly.
I cook most nights, just like I promised, and they act like I’ve served gourmet five-star meals, even if it’s just spaghetti and garlic bread.
They make me feel appreciated.Seen.
Sean hadn’t thanked me for cooking for at least a year.
Honestly, I barely think about Sean anymore. Lucas can still tell I’m healing though, and he gives me space. Even after my drunken mess of a night the other weekend and Valentines Day last weekend, he didn’t take advantage or make it weird.
I want to give into the temptation—because, God,I wanthim—but he stayed completely respectful. Not many guys could say the same.
And don’t even get me started on the gifts. I haven’t taken the necklace off since he gave it to me. I love it so much.
