Page 68 of The Hearts We've Broken
“What are the odds your roommate will catch us walking to the shower?” I mumbled against her mouth.
“She probably left the moment you walked in the bedroom.” She giggled.
“Perfect.” After getting off the bed, I scooped her up into my arms and walked her into the bathroom, where I got on my knees and worshipped her again until she fell apart under the hot spray of the shower.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
juniper
Whatever stability our set of rules had provided us in this arrangement just crumbled to the ground. The no-sex rule was put into place for a reason—a good one, in my opinion. We’d just opened a new door, one I knew would be impossible to completely close again.
The only rules we had left—the only ones we hadn’t thrown to the wind—were our exclusivity and not developing feelings. And I was starting to worry that the fake feelings wouldn’t be so fake anymore after what happened today.
I toweled off my hair then took a comb to it, attempting to get out all of the tangles and knots.
“Fuck!” I grumbled, tossing the comb onto the bathroom counter after ripping out a few chunks of hair.
“Let me,” Mikey offered, picking up the hair tool I’d discarded and standing behind me.
“How would you know how to—” I quickly ate my words as he gently raked the comb through my hair, being careful not to tug on the strands too hard. I closed my eyesas he worked on all of the tangled parts, the teeth blissfully massaging my head.
When he was satisfied, he ran the comb through the silky locks a few times, making it look nice and neat.
“Don’t tell me you can braid hair next.” I snorted, wondering what the odds were.
“Nah, I know my limits, but if you wanted me to, I would learn.” He winked, handing me back the comb before he left the bathroom.
I quickly threw my hair in a loose braid then went into my room to change for dinner. For whatever reason, I turned around when I dropped my towel to put on undergarments, but Mikey grabbed my hips, spinning me around to face him.
“Mmm,” he hummed, wetting his lips as he took me in. “Fuck, my girlfriend is hot.”
I laughed, not bothering to correct him as I lightly pushed him away. “Let me get dressed or we’ll never make it to dinner in time.”
“Fine, fine. Ellison will have my head if we’re late.” That still didn’t stop him from reaching out to give my boobs a squeeze, flicking a nipple as he pulled his hand away.
A jolt traveled up my body to the space between my legs, but I shook myself out of it.
Dinner. We’re going to dinner.
Colter and Ellison’s place was as rowdy as I remembered it, but it would be out of character for the Silver Creek boys not to be loud and make their presence known.
“Hi! Good to see you again.” Ellison, to my surprise, pulled me into a hug when we walked through the front door. She didn’t strike me as a hugger, though from the stories I’d heard, she definitely softened up a bit when she met Colter.
“Thanks for having me back.”
“Sorry for the way the last one went. I promise we’re all cool now.” She let out a biting laugh, seemingly an attempt at a self-deprecating joke.
“Where do you want me to put this?” I held out the case of beer and a box of cookies Mikey had picked up from the store.
“I can take those from you, Juniper.” Colter appeared behind Ellison, dropping a kiss on her shoulder before throwing out a teasing, “Damn, Mikey, you make these cookies yourself?”
“Yeah, I spent all morning on them, so you better be nice about it,” he joked right back. “Wanna go sit on the couch?”
I nodded, kicking off my shoes at the door before following him to the living room. I hadn’t really been able to get a close look at the Carson house when I was here the first time. I was a bit more focused on making a decent impression.
They had a nice home, one I knew they’d done several renovations on over the past couple years. The living room was pretty spacious, with a big L-shaped couch in front of a TV stand and some small bookshelves housing only a handful of books.
Mikey plopped down on the couch next to Hayden and Jake, who had a baseball game on the TV.
