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He had.

I couldn’t put my finger on how we’d gotten here from looking at my hookup profile.

But I didn’t have a single complaint.

Chapter 30

Wyatt

In both good ways and bad, I’d had a lot of “how the fuck did I get here?” moments over the past couple of years. Lying in my tent and wondering how I’d wound up living out there. Enjoying a shower in this huge house and marveling at the chain of events that had landed me here. Laughing over something with Anthony and disbelieving that the planets had aligned and put us in each other’s paths.

And right now, lounging in this giant king bed, naked and satisfied from the most amazing sex, I couldn’t even fathom how we’d made it here from sitting on his couch. I remembered vividly the chain of events, but it was all surreal. One ping on his hookup app had led to me helping him with his profile, which had led to him kissing me, which had led to… this.

Arm around his shoulders, I stroked his hair as he rested his head on my chest. Of all the places this unpredictable life had taken me, this was easily in my top five least believable.

The thought drove a laugh out of me.

Anthony lifted himself up to meet my gaze. “What?”

“Nothing.” I chuckled and reached for his face just because I could. As I trailed my fingertips over his stubbled jaw, I said, “Hard to believe we ended up here, I guess.”

At that, he breathed a soft laugh himself. Taking my hand, he whispered, “It kind of is, isn’t it?” He kissed the inside of my wrist, sending goose bumps prickling up my forearm. “Also kind of feels like it’s about damn time.”

I stared at him. “It… It does?”

He offered up a shy smile as some color bloomed in his cheeks. “I mean, I had my hopes, but…”

“You did?” I paused. “I did, too, but you’re…” I trailed off, not sure I wanted to remind him just how far out of my league he really was.

He cocked a brow. “I don’t know if you’ve looked in the mirror lately, but…” He raked his eyes over me, then followed with his hand, letting his fingertips drift down my chest and stomach. “Not gonna lie—I’ve looked.”

I bit my lip, caught off guard by the comment and also his gentle touch. “Pretty sure you’re surrounded by guys every day who are, uh, in way better shape than me.”

Anthony was already shaking his head. “There’s a lot more to being attractive than having a six-pack or not being able to buy pants off the rack.” He brought his hand back up and cupped my neck as he leaned in for a soft kiss. “Trust me,” he murmured against my lips, “you’ve got more than enough to turn my head.”

Years of body image issues wanted to push back and insist he was just saying that, but he sure wasn’t kissing me like he was blowing smoke. I’d been with guys who were trying to be subtle about hooking up with me because their first, second, tenth choices weren’t available, and there was only so much they could do to hide the lack of enthusiasm.

If Anthony wasn’t into me, he was damn good at pretending. The way he slid his fingers into my hair as he lazily explored my mouth. The way he moaned softly when I curved a hand behind his neck and pulled him in closer.

The way he’d made the first move on his couch.

Drawing back, he murmured, “I know it’s early yet, but…” He swept his tongue across his lips. “Do you want to sleep in here tonight?”

“Mmm, I think I could be persuaded.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Do you mind her sleeping in here, too?”

“In the room or in the bed?”

“In the room.”

“Of course not. And she can get on the bed, too, if that’s what you guys are used to.” He chuckled. “It might get a little crowded once the bed hogs get here, but…”

God, he didn’t even mind Lily joining us in his bed? Where were men like him when my life was on the rails and I had any business getting into a relationship?

“Eh,” I said. “I’ve made do with all three of them in your guest bed.”

“Oh yeah?” But then he nodded. “Right. You said they sleep in there when I’m gone.”

“Mmhmm. And I think they deliberately stretch out as far as possible to maximize the space they occupy.”

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