Page 19 of For Three Seconds

I glared at him before my brother could come out here and think I had lied to him about not worrying about Dylan.

“I’ll be right back.” I ran to my room to change.

On my way there, Nick was coming out of his room.

“You’re leaving?” I asked.

He couldn’t leave me alone with Gavin.

“We have no food, and the guys want to run a few of their plays by me.”

“Can you get—”

“Sour cream Pringles,” Nick finished for me.

I smiled at him and went to my room to look for some pants. As I changed, I didn’t let the fact that Gavin was in my house get to me. He was Gigi’s boyfriend; he would never be mine.

Once I was changed, I turned around, ready to meet the guys in the living room. As soon as I opened the door, Gavin was right there.

“Can I help you?”

“Just using the bathroom.”

I pointed to the bathroom across the hall.

Gavin grinned at me and pushed his way into my room. Damn, he smelled nice, and he was tall and lean, his presence taking over my tiny bedroom. He walked in, dissecting everything he saw. His fingers traced the light gray walls to the black-and-white posters of old Hollywood actresses.

For a moment, I wondered what would it feel like for those fingers to trace my body. My cheeks warmed, and I was glad no one could read my mind. Gavin made his way to my bed and sat down. His elbows were coming to his knees, and his gray eyes were looking straight at me.

Shit. He couldn’t read my mind, right? When I started to fidget under his gaze, he smiled.

“You’re gorgeous.”

He said it like it was nothing.

He said it like calling me gorgeous wasn’t wrong. For fuck’s sake, his girlfriend was my best friend. Somewhere in the handbook, there had to be a rule about being called gorgeous by your best friend’s boyfriend.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, deciding to ignore his earlier statement.

“We came to see Nick,” he said, almost dismissively.

“I mean in my room.”

He gave me one of his sexy smirks, and I had to remind myself he was Gigi’s. But a part of me whispered that he could have been mine.

“Am I not allowed to see my wife?”

My belly dipped. But I didn’t let it show; instead, I rolled my eyes.

“It’s a stupid project, Gav.”

His gray eyes flashed, piercing me. “You haven’t called me that in a long time,Scar.”

Scar and Gav.

Something we were not.

Something we never could be.

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