Page 32 of Never You

“You’re in trouble,”he mouths with a smug grin.

Yeah, tell me about it.

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Never in a million years would I ever expected to hang out with these two any given day of the week.

“What do you want?” Jensen asks, still standing, as Bodi and I slide down into one of the booths in the hotel bar.

We just had dinner at the steakhouse around the corner and I think it was the first conversation Jensen and I had without stabbing each other’s eyes out.

The three of us mostly chatted about safe subjects, like who will win the Superbowl and if pineapple should go on pizza. Though Bodi looked like he wanted to bury us alive when Jensen and I agreed that pineapple works great on pizza.

It’s was fucking weird.

But also… Fun..

“Long Island Iced Tea, hold on. Let me grab some money.” I reach into the front pocket of my pants while Jensen lets out a loud grunt.

When I look up, he rolls his eyes at me before stomping off toward the bar..

“What? What did I do?” I give Bodi a confused look.

He’s settling into the booth with his hands draped over the back of the bench, an amused smile creeping in.

“He’s not going to let you pay.” His eyes sayduh, sparkling with amusement. “Remember, ego the size of a skyscraper?”

“Right.” I face him, glancing over his appearance.

He changed his flannel shirt for a gray dress shirt, and his sleeves are rolled up. His brown waves sit perfectly styled on his head, and with his bright smile, he’s a billboard for stability to any potential women lurking around.

He basically screams perfect husband.

“How are two best friends so different?” I ask as my eyes roam back to Jensen leaning against the bar to wait his turn.

His white t-shirt and dark hair make him stand out in every way, but it’s his ripped tattooed arms that claim every ounce of attention in the room. Combine it with his bulky physique and permanent scowl and he’s intimidating as fuck.

He has been pissing me off from the first day we met, but I’ve never denied that he’s handsome as hell. It’s something I could look past whenever his snarky mouth growled at me, but the constant blushing of my cheeks when his eyes rake over my body, or the flutter in my lower belly when he smirks make it hard to deny the attraction I seem to have for this infuriating man.

He knows how to push my buttons, and he seems to enjoy every second of it.

Like I’m one of those stuffed animals that sayspress hereand a sound comes out. I want to bite his head off every single time he annoys me, and I’m ready to tramble off, but something keeps me drawn to him. Making me ponder if there are more buttons he can push.

“We’re more alike than you know,” Bodi replies.

“How so?” I keep my eyes trained on Jensen as I wonder how the hard muscles in his back would feel underneath the tips of my fingers.

“I’m just more polite,” Bodi continues. “But he and I? We’re built out of the same wood. He just doesn’t flaunt it unless you deserve it. He doesn’t trust easily. Blame his upbringing.”

“Hmm,” I hum, still fixated on the man that pisses me off as much as he turns me on.

Biting my lip, I let Bodi’s words settle in my mind, when suddenly, Jensen turns around with a tray filled with drinks, and our eyes lock. The tension quickly builds as he saunters back to us, and I cower under his gaze, shooting Bodi a smile to conceal my discomfort.

The corner of his mouth curls a bit, looking right through my actions, but he doesn’t address it.

“I told you, he’s not that bad,” he says instead as he gives me a penetrating look, right before Jensen sets the tray on the table in front of us.

“Long Island for you. Beer for you. Beer for me. And a shitload of shots for all of us.”

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