Page 8 of One Good Move

“Is that the last one?”

“I think so,” Sierra answers, carrying it into the kitchen and setting it on the laminate counter. “But if it isn’t, I can get the rest tomorrow.”

“How much stuff do you need?” I tease, leaning a shoulder against the pantry door. “It looks like you’re moving in.”

Sierra blushes. “I am.”

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Well fuck me sideways.

Sierra is my new neighbor. She’s also my best friend’s little sister, I keep reminding myself. The sister I fucked on a desk in a hotel office. Jake is going to murder me. And he’ll probably take his time doing it.

She clears her throat, pulling me from my visions of Jake burying my body. “I guess this means we’re neighbors.”

Neighbors. Under normal circumstances, I’d be happy to learn that the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life is moving in next door. Unfortunately, this particular woman is absolutely off limits.

I guess I could pretend that Miami never happened, pretend that Sierra doesn’t cross my mind every single time I catch the scent of a summer breeze. But I’ve never been any good at pretending.

Sierra is looking at me, her eyes giving away the fact that she’s just as unsure about what’s happening here as I am.

“Yeah, um… I guess we are neighbors,” I echo, scratching my head. “Sierra, is this going to be weird? I mean… you…” I make an awkward hand-flapping gesture between us. “And I… and Miami—”

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” she insists. “We’re adults.”

“Adults who have seen each other naked—”

“I know, Grayson. You don’t need to remind me. I was there,” she says, a blush creeping across her cheeks. I can see that she’s flustered, despite her efforts to hide it. She lets out a breath and turns to open the box sitting on the counter. “I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but itisactually possible to act normal around a person after seeing them naked.”

“To be fair, though, we did a lot more than just see each other naked. Am I the only one who remembers what we did in that room?”

Sierra stops and gives me a look that makes it clear I’m an idiot for saying something so stupid out loud.

I shrug. “What? This is a highly unique situation for me. I’ve never lived next door to a girl I had a hot-as-fuck-night with, so it’s going to take a minute for me to adjust.”

She rolls her eyes and then turns away from me again. “I’m sure you’ll manage,” she says, returning to the contents of the box.

I shamelessly watch Sierra as she opens a cabinet door to put away a couple of mugs, noticing the way her tank top rises an inch when she reaches for the shelf. Her blonde hair against her deeply tanned skin. Her long legs. The curve of her hips. It’s impossible not to notice Sierra’s beauty. My dick stirs in my pants, and I mentally tell it to chill the fuck out, but the big guy isn’t getting the memo. I quickly try to adjust myself so that my hard-on isn’t pointing directly at her.

How am I going to handle living 30 seconds away from this girl when all I want to do is touch her? But if I have any hopes of keeping my dick attached to my body—which is definitely the goal—I can never touch Sierra again. And therein lies the problem.

“Looks like you’ve got some work ahead of you,” I tell her, realizing I need to put some distance between us. “I should get out of here so you can do your thing.”

A quick nod of her head is all I get in acknowledgment as she continues to unwrap glasses from the box. I know that I should turn around and head for the door, but something keeps my feet rooted to the old linoleum floor.

Still leaning against the doorframe, I watch as Sierra’s eyes shift to me, dropping to my pecs for a brief moment before shooting back up to meet my eyes.

Busted.I smirk. I can’t help it. Sierra ignores me.

She exhales loudly and rubs the heels of her palms against her eyes. “Listen… Jake doesn’t know about us, about what happened in Miami. I would really like to keep it that way.”

“Trust me, Sierra, I don’t have a death wish. I don’t plan on saying a thing to your brother.”

She sighs. “Yeah, I don’t think he’d take it very well.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” I say, wincing at the thought.

Jake would lose his shit if he found out about me and Sierra. In this case, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him— or me. His best friend hooking up with his sister definitely would not fly.

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