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Just then the sound of the front door opening sounded out, and for a second I was sure I must have been imagining it.

Who would be coming into my house?

Unannounced?

“Yoo-hoo!” I heard a familiar voice calling out from the front entryway a moment later, and my insides went hot. I immediately realized who it must be, and why he was here.

“Landry,” I said, my eyes going wide. “Um, Landry—wait a sec, please—”

“Door was open,” Landry said. “Your text seemed a little dire earlier tonight, so I figured—oh,hello.”

It was too late.

Landry had poked his head around the column between the entryway and the living room, glancing over toward the couch before politely turning the other way.

I looked up to Storm, who was climbing off of me and standing up near the couch. I expected an embarrassed reaction that any normal person would have.

But I forgot that I was dealing with Storm Rosling.

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“Howdy,” Storm said, smiling his usual confident, charming smile. He cupped his cock in one hand, attempting modesty so that he wouldn’t fully flash a stranger. But other than that, he stood proud and tall, seemingly completely fine with being seen naked, sweaty, and very intimate next to me.

“Hello, there,” Landry said, still looking off toward the kitchen. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, it sounded like you were home alone, Emmett.”

“Iwashere alone earlier,” I said, heat flooding to my cheeks. Apparently Storm had no issue being caught like this, but even around my best friend, I was a little more modest. I reached for my clothes, tugging on my underwear and pants hastily.

“I’ll stop by again later,” Landry said. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no,” Storm said. “I’ll head out. Don’t want to get in the way of whatever you two…”

He trailed off and I covered my face with my hands.

“It’s not like that. Landry’s my best friend, not a hookup,” I said. “Is everything ok, Landry?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Just wanted to bring over some truffle fries and the good pumpkin pie spice ice cream, because you sounded like you were having a rough night in your text earlier.”

He was still staring at the wall over by the kitchen, preserving my modesty. Bless his heart. Good old Lucky Landry. Always relaxed, always smooth, no matter what happened. There was a reason he was my best friend.

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Storm said, pulling on his pants but not bothering to toss on a shirt.

“You could stay,” Landry offered.

Fuck.

That was one thing about Landry that I usually loved, but hated right now.

Just like me, he was too friendly. To everyone. Always.

“Wouldn’t want to impose,” Storm offered, cutting me a glance.

“I sure wouldn’t mind if you stayed,” Landry said. “Emmett’s told me so much about you.”

Storm knew I was squirming inside. Like I wished the world would open up and swallow me whole.

And so of course, in typical Storm fashion, he pushed every button inside me that he could find.

“Okay,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “I’ll stay and hang out, then. Did you say something about truffle fries?”

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