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“You could sleep with me.” The words spill out before I can think about stopping them.

His head flips in my direction and his mouth forms into a sexy grin. “Sleep with you?” The wordyouhangs between us.

“Well, yeah. I mean I’m afraid if you have to endure another night of sleep on the pull out bed, you might end up needing physical therapy or something. We can’t have that.”

What the hell am I thinking?

“You sure?”

“Yeah. We’re both adults. I have a comfortable bed and you don’t. It would only be one night. I can stay on my side, if you can stay on yours.”

Fuck, I don’t even believe me.

He takes a long sip of his water and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Tension crackles between us.

“After you, then.” He gestures towards the stairs and I quickly move past him. He follows close behind me.

We make our way up to the room and I climb in on the left side of the bed.

“You sure you’re good with this, pixie?”

“Oh yeah. This isn’t weird at all.” I snuggle deeper under the covers.What the hell am I doing?

He makes his way to the other side of the bed and climbs in next to me.

“Can you put my phone on the bedside table?” he asks, handing me his cellphone. I place it next to mine and turn off the lamp. I stay on my side facing away from him. I try to will my eyes to shut, but being this close to this man in the dark shouldn’t be allowed. The spot between my legs begins to throb and I have to squeeze my thighs together. I feel him shift in the bed and his foot brushes mine. A jolt of electricity shoots up my body causing goosebumps to explode across my skin.

I roll onto my back, and when I glance over at him, I can faintly see that he’s also on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“You know we’ve never done this before,” I say.

“We never got the chance before, but I’m glad we’re getting it now,” he says.

Our fingertips brush against each other. We lay there for a few long minutes letting our fingers touch and neither of us moving away. The room is quiet and I wonder if he can practically hear me screaming in my head for him to take me. I wonder if I asked him to kiss me or to touch me, if he would.

I open my mouth to ask the question, but he breaks our connection and flips to his side. “Night, pixie.”

“Night, J.”

CHAPTER 38: SPILL THE TEA, BOYS

JACE

The sun peeks through the blinds and wakes me up. I’m on my side, and Lacey is tucked up against me. Both my arms are wrapped around her. Last night I thought about taking it further than innocent hand-holding. Shit, I don’t even know if you could call it hand-holding, but I know I was really fucking happy it happened.

I breathe her in, knowing I shouldn’t lay like this much longer. I have so much I need to do before I tell her how I feel.

It kills me, but I slowly let her go and slide out of bed, trying my hardest not to wake her. I make my way into the bathroom and make sure the door to Enzo and Donovan’s room is locked before undressing and climbing in the shower.

My mind instantly drifts to Lacey and how she felt in my arms. My morning wood gets harder and instead of turning the water to ice, I let the warm shower wash over me while I stroke myself to the thoughts of what I wish I could have done to Lacey last night. When I finally find my release it’s her name on my lips.

I hear a loud knock on the door.

“Jace! Do you need something?”

“No,” I yell over the roar of the water.

“You sure, I thought I heard you call for me?”

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