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Ronin smiled and headed for the bathroom. Maybe he wanted to use it first? There were plenty of bathrooms in the house, I could just use another.

I slid out of bed, my head still reeling, and dropped the sheet.

Then I heard the shower running. Instead of waiting for my turn, I reached for my pants.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ronin asked me.

I turned to find him still in his jeans.

“I’m gonna go wash up downstairs.”

Ronin shook his head and offered his hand. I was so fucking confused.

“You want me to go first?”

He chuckled and bit his lower lip. “No, boo.”

“Then I don’t understand.”

“Do you trust me?”

I stared at him like I’d never seen him before. “What kind of a question is that? Of course, I trust you!”

“Then take my hand.”

I watched the expression in his eyes change from amused to smoldering hot and I swallowed hard. There was no way for me to mistake that look. I’d seen him give it to plenty of men over the years.

But now? Aimed at me? Fucking hell, those molten blues had me unable to move an inch. I didn’t know whether to move towards him or run away.

I worried for a second that I might be hallucinating. Until Ronin stepped towards me and took my hand. Mine was shaking, and so was his. This was no high. It was the most real thing I’d ever felt in my life, and it was fucking amazing.

He said nothing, tugging me forward. I let my pants fall to the floor and followed my best friend into the bathroom. He opened the shower door and ushered me inside, the hot water sluicing over my skin. I watched from the other side of the glass as Ronin slowly peeled off his jeans. It was my own private strip show from my favorite dancer. He looked up and gave me a wicked grin as he kicked the jeans aside and reached for the door.

Suddenly, reality intruded my sexy thoughts.

“Your bandage! Don’t get it wet.”

“It’s waterproof,” he assured me as he stepped up close.

I looked up at him, unsure of what else to say.

Ronin cupped my face in his massive palms, rubbing his callused thumbs over my lips. I couldn’t help the needy moan that erupted from my throat. My cock jerked hard against my stomach, my balls aching and full. He pulled me in closer, our wet skin making contact head to toe, his hard dick sliding against mine.

It almost distracted me from the fact that my best friend was looking at me the way I’d been longing for.

So long. Years.

The trembling started again, my arms and legs shaking like I was just finishing up a show.

“Why are you suddenly looking at me like this?” I asked him. There was no more time to be evasive. “Why now? Is it just a reaction to what happened last night?”

Ronin leaned his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He blinked and opened his eyes again. There was no denying the truth in those bottomless blues.

“I’ve been looking at you like this for a while. I was just too scared to show you. To accept what it meant. First Dean, and then yesterday with Averell, it just pushed me over the edge. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want you to be with them,” Ronin growled, the possessive sound making goosebumps pop out all over my skin. “You belong with me.”

“You’re jealous?”

“Fuck, yes,” he bit out.

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