Page 80 of Becoming Selfish

After lingering on me for a beat, he returns his attention to his brother on the other side of my door.

“You’re killing me, man,” Eli says as he swings the door open.

Marc’s expression goes from neutral, to shocked, to mortified as he looks from a shirtless Eli back to me, sitting on my bed, wearing his brother’s tee. This shirt is so long on me he probably can’t see that I’m wearing shorts underneath.

“Well, this is going to be in my nightmares tonight,” Marc sarcastically says as he begins to chuckle awkwardly. I follow suit, giggling from the bed, my cheeks flushed from the whole situation.

Eli doesn’t seem quite as amused. “We were right in the middle of something, if you know what I mean. What do you want?”

“Okay, just because I’m cool with you sleeping with my best friend does not mean that I want to hear about it.” Marc holds his hands up. “Or see it for that matter,” he adds as he closes his eyes and turns his head, a grimace covering his face.

Marc doesn’t know that I’m a virgin. It’s not something that has ever come up in conversation between us, and judging by the cocky smirk on Eli’s face right now, he’s loving the fact that he knows something else about me that his brother does not.

“I saw Logan’s light on and was coming by to see if she wanted to go to the alumni party with me, but from the looks of it, I’m assuming that neither of you guys are going.” Marc glances between Eli and me. “Why aren’t you there? Jay is going to kill you,” Marc adds, looking back at his brother.

“I didn’t want to go.” Eli shrugs. “But, don’t tell Jay where I am, I don’t need him to know.”

“Why are you going so late?” Eli asks Marc, confused.

“I was busy,” Marc responds, eyeing his brother.

“You should take Ali with you,” I chime in from the bed.

“Yeah, Marc. You should take Ali with you,” Eli agrees in a teasing tone as he gives his brother a sly grin.

Marc rolls his eyes in response. “So, you’re really not going?”

“Nope.”

“Good for you, man.” Marc nods in approval. “Logan, study session tomorrow?”

“Yeah, let’s do it. Noon?”

“Sounds good. Alright, love you both, but let’s never do this again,” Marc says as he motions between the three of us before turning to leave. But I have a feeling that Marc seeing his brother and me together is going to happen a lot more often than Marc is willing to admit.

Eli closes the door, locking it behind him before walking over to stand directly in front of me, between my legs. My hands find his abdomen as I gently graze my fingers over the ridges of muscle, releasing an involuntary yawn as I do so.

“Tired, baby?” Eli brushes a hair behind my ear and keeps his hand resting there, cupping my face. I lean into his touch and close my eyes, nodding in response.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He leans down and gently kisses my forehead.

“Will you stay with me?” I ask, looking up at him.

His sweet smile grows, his brown eyes softening as he nods in agreement.

“That was probably weird for Marc,” I change the subject. “Last he knew I was still upset with you about last night.”

“I explained it to him. I talked to him after my game and told him what happened and that I was coming to see you and try to fix things,” he explains. “Trust me, though, I got the lecture of a lifetime.”

I can’ t help but laugh at the image of Marc trying to defend me by putting Eli in his place.

Eli takes a few steps back from me as he begins to unbutton his jeans. He pulls them down to his ankles before stepping out of them and giving me visual access to his perfectly toned body. The only part of him that I have yet to see is what’s hidden behind his tight black boxer briefs, though I don’t think it’ll be long before I do.

My lips part as I admire the perfect specimen in front of me. If someone were to draw my ideal man, it would be Eli. Tearing my eyes away from him, I try to push back the thoughts of all the things I want him to do to me right now instead of sleeping. I reach for the hem of Eli’s shirt to return it to him, but he stops me.

“You should probably leave that on. If I see your perfect tits again, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep tonight.” His dark eyes flicker down to my covered chest.

I’ve never had someone speak to me this way, and it’s a huge confidence boost knowing that my body is a temptation for him. But still, I chuckle at his lack of self-control as I reach for my phone on the nightstand.

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