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“Thank you,” I whispered, my face heating with embarrassment.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand trailing up and down my calf. “That was amazing...”

I felt like he wanted to say more, but he didn’t as he continued to rub my legs. It was way too intimate for a one-time encounter, but that was all it could be—all I would let it be.

Chapter 12

My Girl

Ethan

It felt like a betrayal as I stood in the foyer, clutching my gym bag to my chest so I didn’t storm down the hall and rip Leo off of Libby.

Was she so damn loud because he was that good in bed, or was she faking it?

Oh, God. She’d let him put his dick inside her.

My cock twitched at the mental image that brought, and I wanted to throw my bag across the room. Without my permission, my feet carried me down the hall and stopped in front of Leo’s door.

I could barge in there and pull them apart like some scorned lover who caught his girlfriend cheating.

Girlfriend.

This time, it didn’t just mean my best friend who happened to be a girl. This time, it meant I wanted her as mine, and I still didn’t know what to do with that.

I stood there, frozen, my mind reeling from the sounds. I felt like I’d just finished my run, a mix of anger, jealousy, and... arousal? Was there something wrong with me?

For twenty-seven years, I’d never felt this way about any woman or female-presenting person, let alone my best friend. Libby had always been special to me, but this was different; this felt primal, and it scared the shit out of me.

I slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor, my gym bag clutched to my chest like a shield. The moans and grunts from Leo’s room continued, each sound twisting the knife in my gut a little deeper.

“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair that was still damp from sweat.

How had I not realized my feelings before? All those times we’d shared a bed, all those movie nights cuddled up on the couch, and not once had I felt the stirring in my loins that I was experiencing now.

But now? Now I couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to be the one in there with her. To be the one making her cry out in pleasure. To feel her soft skin against mine, to taste her lips, to...

“Leo!”

“Fuck!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, but closing my eyes only made the mental images more vivid. I could picture Libby’s blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, her brown eyes dark with desire, her lips parted as she came all over my cock.

My cock was hard, and I groaned in frustration, struggling to my feet. This was Libby, for crying out loud. My best friend. The girl who’d seen me at my worst, who’d held my hand when I came out to my parents, who’d always been there for me. And now, there I was, fantasizing about her like some horny teenager.

But it wasn’t just about sex, was it? No, this feeling went deeper than that. It was the way she laughed at my terrible jokes, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her students or a book she was reading, the way she always knew exactly what to say to make me feel better.

I’d always loved Libby, but I was starting to realize that maybe I wasinlove with her too.

The sounds from Leo’s room finally quieted, and I sucked in a sharp breath since I’d apparently forgotten how to breathe. What was I supposed to do now? How could I face Libby knowing what I knew about myself, about my feelings for her?

And knowing she’d just had her brains screwed out… by a man I’d almost let screw me.

This whole situation was a clusterfuck of epic proportions.

I needed to get out of the hallway, that was for damned sure. Maybe a long shower would help sort out the jumble of emotions swirling inside me.

Once safely in my room, I set my gym bag on my blowup mattress that was way too small for my tall ass and shuffled into the bathroom. My furniture would be moved over the weekend, and I couldn’t wait for my feet not to hang off the end.

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