Page 46 of Benji

Well.

Well, then.

That caused something to flare behind my ribs, warm and lovely.

Wow.

I let out a breath and tried to regain some composure. “Fitch, would you like to stay for dinner? I made grilled chicken and salad. There’s plenty if you want some.”

Fitch glanced at Benji, as if asking for permission, and Benji nodded.

Fitch grinned at me. “I would love to, thank you.”

I set the table for three while they chatted quietly. It clearly wasn’t a conversation meant for my ears, and that was fine by me.

Even though I wanted to know.

Well, if it involved Benji, I wanted to know.

Nothing else was any of my business.

Even though I liked Fitch—it was impossible to not like him—but I only cared for matters pertaining to Benji.

Because I cared for him.

And the way he’d snipped back at Fitch:He’s mine.

Yeah, I cared about that a whole lot.

When I had everything on the table, I slipped away into my room and pulled on a T-shirt. Table manners wouldn’t allow me to sit with company over dinner when I was half naked.

“Dinner’s ready,” I said.

They both looked my way and Benji frowned, and Fitch sighed dramatically. “Aww. He put a shirt on.”

Benji gave him a shove and they came to the table, Benji sitting closest to me.

I liked that too.

Fitch ate his dinner like he hadn’t had anything so good in his life. I was reminded of how Benji reacted to eating proper food when he first got here, and it reminded me that, all their jokes aside, these boys didn’t have an easy life.

“There’s more if you want it,” I offered.

“This is so good,” Fitch said. Then he shook his head at Benji. “You are the real-lifePretty Woman.”

Benji laughed as he chewed his mouthful, then explained. “I told him I watched it.”

“As a ploy to get you to fuck him,” Fitch added.

Benji gave him a sharp elbow, but I chuckled. “It worked. Well, the pout worked when he was sad that I wouldn’t be his Richard Gere.”

Fitch seemed to find this amusing. “Sucker for a pout, huh?”

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. “Apparently.”

“So the leap from pout to creampies was a short one,” Fitch said, earning himself another elbow from Benji.

“Dude.”

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