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It’s a response to the man who gave me multiple orgasms—not because of how thoughtful he is, how I’m wondering if he’d actually cook for me on Valentine’s Day and how much I’d like it if he did.
Isn’t it?
“Sierra said she found a loft last night,” Brooke says.
He looks between us. “Oh yeah?”
I take another sip of my mimosa, the bubbles dancing on my tongue making me feel almost as alive as how it feels to be under his gaze.
Ryan’s wearing gray sweatpants, and his shirt’s in his hand. He pulls it on.
I can’t look away.
“You have a little…” Brooke points at the corner of my mouth.
I swat at her hand.
A burst of activity at the top of the stairs ends that line of conversation.
Jay is there behind Ryan, along with Atlas and Clay. Miles pulls up the back.
“Chlo! Do we have a game today or what?” Miles calls.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I’ve been sorting your shit out all morning,” Chloe says.
“She’s always grumpy before breakfast. You want pancakes or French toast?” Jay asks.
“Pancakes,” a chorus of voices supplies.
Jay takes the lead. Ryan helps with seriously impressive bacon, and Clay does the toast.
The girls sit around the table, sipping mimosas and coffee while the guys cook. Chloe occasionally rises to try to place a phone call or respond to an email. The guys bring breakfast to the table, setting it around proudly.
When Ryan puts a plate in front of me, leaning close, he says, “Morning.”
“Morning.”
He’s had a shower. His hair is damp, and he smells distractingly delicious.
Did I turn my face toward him to better assess this?
I’m fucked.
“Thanks,” I say, my gaze locking with his.
It sounds like I mean for the plate, but really I mean for not saying anything in front of the others.
He tugs a chair in next to me.
As though he’s saying he’ll keep our secret—for now—but he’s not staying away from me.
His hand finds my thigh under the table, his thumb stroking my skin under my shorts.
No one can see it.
I reach for my coffee again.
“I got cars to come pick us up,” Chloe announces. “They think they can get through by tonight.”
