Page 69 of More To Us

"I can't wait." She glances down at my jeans, straining from my erection. "I normally wouldn't do it this soon but..." Her eyes go back to mine and she's breathing fast. "I'm so turned on right now, I really don't want to wait."

I smile. "Then let's go."

Just as I'm about to get up, I hear the front door unlock. Kira hears it too, and freezes.

"Get up!" she whispers. "Hurry!"

As I stand up, the door opens and a girl walks in with a guy right behind her. I'm assuming the girl is Amber, Kira's roommate. She's taller than Kira, and thin, with shoulder-length blond hair.

"Oh," she says, stopping abruptly, bumping into the guy behind her. He puts his hands on her shoulders, holding her in place while they both stare at me.

"Hey." I give them a wave. "I'm Austin."

"Yeah," Amber says, sounding nervous. "We know who you are. You're kind of famous."

I laugh a little. "Not really, but thanks."

She glances around the apartment. "Is Kira here?"

Her arm shoots up over the couch. "Right here."

I look down and see her pointing to the floor and mouthing the words 'my shirt'.

I reach down and grab it and toss it to her.

"Something wrong over there?" Amber asks. She's smiling now, realizing what we were doing.

"Nothing's wrong," Kira says, her voice strained as she struggles to put her shirt on while lying down. "We're fine."

Amber laughs. "You need some help?"

"No!" she yells. "Just stay where you are! What are you doing here? I thought you were out with Matt."

"I was. I mean, I am. He's here with me."

"Great," Kira mumbles.

I have to laugh. Her face is bright red. I don't know why she's so embarrassed. It's not like they caught us having sex. And if they had, I wouldn't care. It takes a lot more than that to embarrass me.

"I'm guessing you're Amber?" I say to her.

"Yeah." She walks into the room. "Sorry, I should've introduced myself."

"And I'm Matt," the guy says, closing the door. "Amber's boyfriend."

I go around the couch and am about to extend my hand but then remember where it was just minutes ago and shove it in my pocket. "Nice to meet you."

"You too," Matt says. He glances at Amber to say something but she's staring at my chest, and I realize I don't have a shirt on. Her jaw is dropped, like she's never seen a guy who works out as much as I do.

"Amber." Matt nudges her.

She startles, her eyes flicking back to my face. "Yeah, nice to meet you."

Matt laughs and says to me, "No offense, but I kind of hate guys like you."

I nod. "I'll get my shirt." I find it draped over the couch and put it on.

"How often do you work out to look like that?" he asks.

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