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But would he be down?

Chapter Eighteen

NICO

I take a quick shower to get out of that goddamn kitchen and away from Ever. Ever in the sexy sports bra and the leggings that cling to her body like a second skin. With the snatched waist and long legs and flat stomach and perky tits. Saw her nipples poking against the fabric of her sports bra earlier when she was leading us through the yoga positions, and I wondered what they looked like naked. Haven’t busted in on her in the shower yet, which is a damn shame. Not that I want to violate her privacy but ...

I sort of want to violate her privacy. Just to get a glimpse of that hot body without any clothes on.

While in the shower, I jerk off because I can’t seem to help myself when it comes to Ever. Once her pretty face and sweet voice start filling my head, forget it. I’m hard just thinking about her, and what am I supposed to do about it?

Old me would make a move on her, flirt with her. Convince her we’d be good together, which probably wouldn’t take much. I think she’s feeling it.

Feeling me.

But we’re both wary, and with good reason. It might be fun at first, fucking around with the roommate, but then reality sets in. Shit gets real, and we might get sick of each other quickly. Then what do we do?

Ever could maybe go live with Sienna, but she’s in a two-bedroom with a roommate, and I’ve been in Sienna’s room. It’s fucking tiny.

And no, it wasn’t like that. I was in Sienna’s bedroom helping her move in along with Coop. She’s like a sister to me. Besides, she’s in love with Gavin.

Who’s a fucking idiot. Didn’t help that he called Ever wifey material. I didn’t like that.

At all.

By the time I’m coming out of the bathroom in only a pair of boxer briefs, I catch the person I just jerked off to opening my bedroom door, her wide-eyed gaze meeting mine before it drops to my crotch.

Shit. I can feel myself getting a semi by her looking at me, and I just blew my wad only minutes ago.

“I’m so sorry!” She closes her eyes and reaches for the door but keeps missing the handle. “I just wanted to tell you dinner is ready.”

“You’ve seen me in my boxers before,” I drawl, enjoying the way she’s scrambling. “And thanks for letting me know.”

Her eyes pop open, and she remains in the doorway, her fingers now grasping the handle. “You’re welcome.”

We both watch each other as I grab the T-shirt I left on top of my dresser and tug it on, making her disappear from view for a brief second. She’s still there once I pull the shirt into place, and I wonder what she’s waiting for. It’s like she wants to say something but doesn’t know how to.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asks.

That is a loaded question. “Enjoy what?”

“The yoga class.”

“Oh.” I nod, rubbing my jaw. I need to shave. Should’ve done it when I was in the shower, but I was too busy playing with my dick.When was the last time I fucked around with someone? I can’t even remember anymore. “Yeah. It was good.”

It actually was. Coop was a patient motherfucker, helping me get into position, and some of those moves were difficult. My muscles were straining at one point, and I regretted ever saying that yoga is for wimps.

Because I did say that. But not in front of Ever.

Her smile lights up her entire face, and I’ve never seen her look prettier, I swear. “I knew you would enjoy it. Okay, hurry up and get dressed. You don’t want the chicken to get cold.”

She’s gone before I can say anything, slamming the door behind her, and I finish getting dressed, sauntering out of my bedroom only minutes later and walking through the living room.

There’s a candle burning on the coffee table. When I enter the kitchen, I see there’s also one burning on the counter, and two are sitting in the middle of the dining table with flickering wicks. There’s jazz playing on the small speaker that sits on the counter, and Coop, Frank, and Gav are sitting at the table with Ever. There’s one empty seat to the right of her, and I slip into it, noting how the table is properly set with silverware flanking my plate—not paper plates either. She went to a local thrift shop and bought a set for cheap. Said it was better for the environment, and none of us protested, though we’re not huge fans of washing the dishes.

But we do it for her. We do a lot of things for her.

We make small talk, but we’re mostly concentrating on the meal. Gavin can’t stop complimenting Everleigh’s cooking skills, and I keep sending him irritated looks. Every time I do this, I see Coop’s amused expression, and it’s annoying. They’re all annoying me tonight. Even Ever, who’s extra beautiful with the candlelight flickering on her face, casting her in shadows. The sound of her voice, how pleased she is by Gavin’s constant flattery, and the way Coop laughs every time Gavin says something nice to her.

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