Page 22 of Falling for Them

“Night.”

As we both got settled to go to sleep, the closeness of being in the same bed with him felt different. It was charged, uncertain, and yet somehow felt right.

Chapter 9

Worst Best Friend Ever

Ethan

Every time I looked at Libby, my brain couldn’t let go of the fact that having her on top of me had made me hard. Which was a lot since I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was no way to pinpoint when the shift in my feelings for her had started happening, but they had, and now I had to decide if it was worth risking our friendship to tell her how I was feeling.

I knew I should tell her, but the thought of her rejecting me made me want to puke. I couldn’t keep it in forever, but now wasn’t the time with all the anxiety she had about moving and starting a new job.

The best thing for me to do was to help her get settled. But the prospect of Leo swooping in, or even Carter, had me wondering if I was making a mistake by holding back. Neither man was her type, but then again, Libby just got out of a relationship with a man who wasn’t her type. She probably couldn’t even tell me what her type was.

The movers were almost done bringing everything in, so I grabbed a box next to the island that was labeledcupsand put it on the counter. There was the perfect cabinet right next to the refrigerator, but when I opened it, there were several mugs and cups already inside.

“Libby! What do you want me to do with the crap your brother left in the cupboards?” I leaned back and looked down the hallway.

She appeared in the doorway to her bedroom. “Huh?”

The movers shuffled in with the couch as I started taking the stuff out of the cupboard. The coffee mugs were interesting to say the least. One said, ‘nice tits’ and had a bunch of bird pictures. I’d had no clue that some bird names had the word tit in them. Another one had a cactus and said, ‘don’t be a prick.’

“Is here okay for the sofa?” one of the movers asked. It was facing away from the kitchen and was in a good spot for both skyline viewing and watching TV.

“Uh... sure.” I put the mugs down and started opening drawers and cabinets. There weren’t a lot of things, but enough that it would take a box to clean out.

Libby came down the hall and eyed the stuff I was pulling out of the cupboards. “What’s that?”

“Ryker apparently wanted you to have some coffee mugs about tits and pricks.” I wiggled my eyebrows, and the two movers laughed.

“We’re all done. We need you to sign off that everything was unloaded and nothing was damaged.” One of the movers handed Libby a clipboard.

“Thank you so much. You guys did a great job.” Libby scribbled her signature and handed it back to him. “I’m never moving myself again.”

Libby walked the two men to the door before coming back to the kitchen. “I didn’t even think to look in the cabinets last weekend.”

She went to the refrigerator and opened it. “Uh...”

I frowned at all the drinks and prepared meals stacked in the refrigerator. “Maybe Leo left them. What day did he move back to his place?”

“I don’t know.” She grabbed two sodas and handed one to me. “Ryker should be here soon with lunch; I’ll make him deal with it.”

“Thanks.” I popped the top and took a long drink, leaning against the counter. “You still doing okay?”

She mirrored me against the other counter. “How many times are you going to ask me that?”

“Rawr.” I raised my free hand and made claws.

“Sorry.” She sighed and looked past me out the windows. “But really, I’m fine. I’ll let you know when I’m not.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I pushed off the counter and grabbed the rest of the cups out of the cabinet, Libby’s eyes boring into me. “Is this cupboard okay for your cups?”

“Is it big enough?” She walked to the stacks of boxes for the kitchen and grabbed another box. “I have a lot.”

“How many is a lot?” I knew she had a collection of resin tumblers that she liked to match with her work outfits, mood, day of the week, or whatever.

She cringed and sliced open the tape. “Last count... about fifty.”

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