Page 127 of Best Served Cold

We both winced.

“Yeah. Fine.” He rubbed his cheek against mine. “That was…I had no idea it could feel like that.”

“That was a happy surprise for me too.” I kissed his neck and wrapped my arms around his middle, not ready to stop touching him.

Loud shouting outside the door shattered what remained of the afterglow.

“What’s going on?” I asked, stepping back from Zane so I could deal with the condom and right my clothes.

More shouting came, then the pounding of feet and the crash of what sounded like falling furniture.

“No clue.” He fixed his pants and pushed his hair out of his eyes.

He waited for me to do up my belt, then opened the door.

River was the only person in the kitchen.

“What’s happening?” I asked.

“Aaron showed up.” He pushed off from where he’d been leaning against the wall. “And Chanel saw him.”

“Of course.” Zane dragged a hand through his hair.

“What am I missing?” I looked between the twins.

“Drama,” they said together.

Zane turned to me. “I need to go deal with something. Stay with River? I’ll be back soon.”

“Are you leaving?” I hated how needy I sounded.

Zane’s expression softened. “Not leaving. I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah.” I went for nonchalant but wasn’t sure I nailed it. “All good.”

He bit his lip, his eyes telling me he didn’t want to go.

That made me feel better.

As long as he wasn’t running away from what we’d just done. I couldn’t handle that. Not right now when I was so raw and felt like I’d been flayed open.

“Back soon.” He pecked a quick kiss against my lips and was out the door before I could respond.

“Soooooo, that was interesting.” River grinned at me.

My cheeks and neck were so hot I legit felt dizzy.

“Chillax, bro.” River slung his arm over my shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“You’re not weirded out?”

“No. Why?” He steered me toward the front of the house.

“Because you heard me and Zane…doing that.”

“I have a feeling I’ll be hearing a lot more of that soon enough. We share a wall.” He scrubbed his knuckles against my hair.

“Hey!” I tried to bat his hand away, but he was quicker. “You sure you’re not weirded out?”

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