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Not Friday. But sometime I’ll need arm candy to some fancy schmancy thing and you’re it.

What’s your favorite color?

The color of your skin.

Yes, the color of your skin when you’re blushing.

I want the dress to be your favorite color.

See? She’s just so easy. She’s not going to fight with me about the money. She’s not even making a big deal about a possible future black-tie event. She’s making it sweet.

Blue. Like your eyes. You would look fucking stunning in blue.

Consider it done.

And blue will look very good on my bedroom floor.

Consider it done.

I pocket my phone with a grin.

I am so fucking gone for this girl.

CHAPTER 33

Wyatt

My goalfor our date Friday afternoon is to focus on Brooke.

Not think about Luke and Jackson and what they did with her on their dates.

Sure, I want to know where they took her and if they stuck to the no sex rule and what they talked about and if they are falling in love with her. I’d been fixated on all that stuff all week.

But now that I’m standing outside Brooke’s apartment door, I want none of those thoughts crowding my head. I’m sure she had fun with Luke and Jackson. Shedeservesto have fun, to laugh and be doted on and treated like the incredible and special woman that she is.

Now it’s my turn to do the same and focus just on her. Not them. Brooke.

I told myself on the way over here that I’m going to just enjoy the opportunity to spend time with Brooke without competing for her attention.

I’ve never compared myself to other men when it comes to women and I don’t like that I’ve been doing that with Brooke and my friends. It’s pointless and is only going to result in mepushing Brooke away, the very last thing in the fucking world that I want to happen.

The bottom line is she likes all of us for different reasons, like Luke pointed out, and I need to be okay with that or she’s not going to be okay with me.

That’s the pep talk I’ve been giving myself all week—don’t ruin my date with Brooke.

But when she opens her door and gives me a bright smile, I don’t need to repeat my mantra or gut check myself.

Everything that’s been rattling around in my brain all week disappears.

She’s the only thought in my head.

“You look so beautiful,” I tell her as a greeting. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

She’s dressed casually in wide leg jeans and sneakers, with a thick red sweater and an ivory knit hat. She’s covered from head to toe and yet, I know what’s under all those clothes and just being here, in her presence again, has my heart thumping and my dick hardening. I can never decide what it is exactly about Brooke’s facial features that make her so incredibly beautiful, whether it’s her long eyelashes or her perfectly adorable nose or her high cheekbones or her wonderfully expressive blue eyes.

It’s all of them. But mostly it’s the way her smile reaches her eyes and how, when she speaks to someone, she gives them her whole attention. It’s how she speaks intelligently, thoughtfully.

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