Page 32 of Third Wheel

“Yeah, I need to go to the bathroom.” She glanced down at the coffee table, which was covered in food boxes. “We should also probably put some of this away if we’re done eating it.”

“I’ve got it.” He leaned forward to start closing the containers, but she was already bending down to do some as well.

“No, no, I’ll help at least.”

“You said you needed to go to the bathroom.”

She rolled her eyes at him.

“I can hold it for two minutes to help clean up.”

The sassy way she said it made his palm itch. Especially with her bent over the way she was. It was like she was asking for her ass to be spanked.

But…

No.

It was too weird when they were here alone.

Especially when he hadn’t asked for consent. But the urge to playfully swat at her was strong.

He filled his hands with takeout containers to keep them busy and away from her ass, getting to his feet and turning away from the temptation. Amy went around the other side of the couch, carrying the pizza box, and they went to the kitchen.

Which, of course, caused a traffic jam at the fridge.

She giggled as she managed to get her pizza box in before him, but his longer arms crowded around her, trapping her in between him and the open fridge while he put his containers in.

“Okay, now you’re just doing this on purpose,” she said, laughing as she twisted around, looking for a way out that didn’t exist.

“Doing what?” He opened his eyes wide with innocence, straightening up.

Which put them standing far too close to each other. He looked down at her. She looked up at him.

If they were in a movie, this was where he’d move in for the kiss.

His gaze dropped to her lips.

And his phone rang, making both of them jump.

Zach jumped back, putting about a foot of space between them as his hand went to his back pocket, pulling his phone out to see Kincaid’s name flashing on the screen.

Guilt welled up inside him.

But nothing had really happened.

“I’m gonna go pee!” Amy scampered from the room, slamming the fridge door shut behind her as she fled, hair trailing behind her.

Taking a deep breath, Zach swiped his phone to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, there, am I interrupting anything?” Kincaid’s casual tone turned the question into a joke, but Zach’s stomach turned over, anyway.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.

But he hadn’t done anything. And he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t have kissed Amy, even though he’d wanted to. Because he loved Kincaid. Love was about choosing the person you wanted to be with, and he chose Kincaid.

“You called at the perfect time. We just finished watchingIronmanand were taking a bathroom break before starting the second movie.” Zach shook his head, his body calming as he relaxed into the conversation. “She’s never seen them before.”

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