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He nodded and got up, and while he was gone, I turned to Watson and smiled. I wanted to cheer him up. “Has your hair always been this long?”

“Uh, not really. I used to have it buzzed like Kline, then I realized I don’t look even half as good as he does, and so I let it grow.”

“Well, I think your hair is perfect. It suits you.”

He smiled and reached out his hand to squeeze my thigh. “Thank you, sweetheart. It’s not too late yet. Are you up for a movie?”

I looked at him before dropping my eyes to my phone on the coffee table. I tapped on it to check the time, and quickly decided that it wasn’t time to go home yet.

Chapter 18

LEO

I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing her. It wasn’t a race between us of who was able to get closer to her first but knowing that Ben and Kline had kissed her already, the urge to kiss her had grown stronger.

I sat next to her on the couch, with Bennett on the other side of her, and while they were all pretty focused on the movie, I tried to figure out my next move. I didn’t want to be too obvious, and I didn’t want to push her. I wanted her to want to kiss me, and while I was all for making the first move, I needed her to show me that she really wanted it.

My arm was wrapped around her shoulders, and I kept caressing the side of her head, brushing back strands of her hair gently. She had leaned into me more, but it seemed that her focus was on Ben’s hand. He had it on her thigh, and she held it there with both her hands.

I kept looking down, unable to take my eyes off their hands. It was clear to me that she had a different connection to each of us, and somehow, Ben had managed to catch her attention in a way none of us had expected.

Though, it had to be special.

Bennett was usually the quiet type. He didn’t speak to women unless he truly felt something, and Lola must have ignited a special kind of fire inside of him.

Out of the three, Ben was the one I argued the least with. Hell, to be fair, I liked him the most. His calmness calmed me down, and whenever I needed to talk, he was right there listening and giving me advice.

Kline and Watson had other qualities that stood out to me, of course.

I urged myself to stop thinking about the guys, and I focused my attention back on Lola. I turned my head to look at her, and her eyes met mine after a while.

She smiled sweetly as her eyes studied my face carefully. “Everything okay?” she asked.

“Everything’s perfect,” I assured her. I cupped the back of her head and dropped my gaze to her lips, unable to look anywhere else. “Actually…I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

Clearly, I wasn’t as smug as I wished to be. But luckily, she wasn’t turned off by what I said. She turned her head to hide her laugh, and when her eyes met mine again, there was excitement flashing in them.

Her gaze fell to my lips, then it moved over to Watson who was watching us intently. I knew what she was thinking, but she didn’t speak her mind. Her eyes said enough, and after what looked like a silent promise to Watson, she looked at me again and turned her body more toward me.

“You want this?” I asked her, needing for her to be sure about this. And for her to really want it.

“You don’t?” she shot back with a challenging expression.

I heard Kline chuckle, and I pursed my lips to hide a grin. “Shit, of course, I do.”

Without hesitating any longer, I cupped the back of her head with my left hand and placed my over on her cheek to pull her to me. I leaned in and kissed her, slowly moving my lips against hers.

A small moan left her, and she leaned into me with her hand pressing against my chest. It seemed like she didn’t care about the others being in the room too, and the idea of her liking being watched turned me on.

“Goddamn,” I heard Watson murmur.

Lola smiled into the kiss, and I deepened it by parting my lips, allowing her to slide her tongue into my mouth. She curled it around mine, and I loved how confident she was even when kissing.

And, fuck…she knew how to kiss.

To get more comfortable, I pulled her on top of me, making her straddle my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I moved mine down to her hips, pulling her tighter against my body so I could feel hers.

She was tiny compared to me, but her curves made up for her height. To be fair, she wasn’t small. She couldn’t be taller than five-five.

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