Page 120 of Dr. Brandt

I rolled my eyes and responded to Collin, “I am. I’m respecting her boundaries. Staying off that subject is doing that.”

“Bullshit,” Jake immediately said. “Has she asked you to stay off that subject when you approached it?”

“No, but she made it clear she wasn’t going to be in a relationship a year ago,” I answered.

“Unless she turned into a nun,” Collin said, “I think she may have some wants and desires by now.”

“You respect boundaries when she throws down that line, and then you stay on your side. So, unless she’s told you she doesn’t want anything to do with you aside from having a friendship, you need to step that shit up. Be a man and ask. If you don’t, you could lose her to a werewolf,” Jake said.

“Someone else could imprint on her, bro,” Collin added immediately. “You don’t want that to happen.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at how passionately they spoke about these characters that “their wives made them talk about.” My friends were such idiots, but they were mine, nonetheless. “I’ll never understand how you both make perfect sense with the stupidest analogies. It’s like being at a circus with you two sometimes.”

“Would you rather have Jim help your sorry ass out or us two clowns?” Collin answered.

“Debatable,” I answered. “I’m going to get my girl back.”

“There’s the spirit that won Edward his girl, or did he?” Jake arched his eyebrow. “Maybe you and Jessa can read a few chapters tonight before you get laid for the first time in a fucking year.”

“Oh,” Collin said, walking toward his Bugatti, “by the way, Elena says that Jessa wants you, has now for a while, but she thought your dumb ass moved on.”

“You’re just now fucking telling me this?” I answered, knowing that Elena and Jessa were practically best friends now.

“You never brought it up, and I’m not one to play matchmaker,” he shrugged. “Have fun getting laid tonight, Edward.”

My heart, mind, and soul just became lighter, knowing that this long as fuck year was over, and things might work beyond friendship with Jessa.

I pulled up to the apartment Jessa had rented about a month after Warren left like the little bitch he was.

I was more than thankful Elena had insisted on giving Jessa an opportunity to work with her at the estate. I’d noticed that all my friends’ wives were looking out for Jessa and Jacks, which relieved me so much. I loved that they all took to Jessa so quickly, and that was the thing with all these extraordinary ladies; they kept our spoiled asses grounded, and with their levelheaded way of seeing the world, they formed a wonderful bond of sisterhood.

“Be right there,” Jessa said, whirling around and locking the apartment door after she exited.

I smiled, loving the view I had from the curb. I watched her dance down the steps happily, wearing a black, strapless dress and her golden blonde hair bouncing over her perfectly pronounced breasts.

“Where is Jacks?” I questioned with confusion.

She slid into the passenger seat, and my hungry eyes roamed over her toned and smooth legs. It took everything I had to keep my dick from jumping to attention, remembering kissing along the insides of those thighs and tasting the delicious flavor of her.

Fuck! Stop, you dumb-fucker! I halted all thoughts, and my eyes went straight to hers, resisting the urge to run my hands over the silky-smooth flesh of her legs.

Did she have to wear a short dress? Collin better be right because I won’t make it another night without you, Jessa!

“Cameron,” she laughed and rubbed my arm like a schoolgirl friend. “Did you hear me?”

I’m too busy wondering why the fuck you’re treating me like we’re besties and dressed like I’m taking you to your hot date with another man.

I’d never been this mother fucking insecure in all my damn life.

“I didn’t, actually. I was distracted by how beautiful you look tonight,” I answered honestly.

She looked away. My God, I couldn’t do this shit. Every tiny little thing I did now made me so fucking worried I was doing the wrong thing. How many chances can a guy get before the woman realizes she just doesn’t love him? And won’t love him?

“Jacks is going with Collin and Jake,” she laughed. “I’m shocked you were cool with them going over the driver’s license stuff with him.”

“Hold up,” I said, snapping out of my pity party. “Those dipfucks are teaching my son the final driver’s training shit?”

“Jacks wasn’t mad about it,” she shrugged.

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