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Abigail Slater was going to have to find a new hobby.

“Right?” I pushed, following her in. “You’re not going on them?”

“No,” she replied, standing beneath the heavy shower stream, one I’d intended on fucking her under before we were rudely interrupted.

“No?”

She squeezed out a dollop of shampoo into her hand. “Penn, I literally found out about them at the same time you did. They’re dates to add to the pile of other dates I don’t go on which she also set me up on.”

I stopped my teeth from gritting at the ‘other dates’ reference and dropped my towel on the floor, joining her under the shower. This wasn’t a conversation to have with a wall between us, even if it was made of glass.

“Okayyyy, good, because…” I gestured between us, while she moved out of the way.

“What is…” she repeated my gesture back to me, even though I thought it was perfectly self-explanatory.

“You and me.”

She tipped her head back to rinse all the shampoo out of her hair. “Is there a you and me? Isn’t that a bit premature?”

I knew I wasn’t the root cause of her sour mood, but I had no problem making sure she knew where I was metaphorically standing right now. As far as I was concerned there was anus, there was awe, and most certainly ayou and me.

“No, it fucking isn’t, and yes, that’s exactly what we are. So now you can tell your mom about us then she’ll cool off.”

She spluttered under the shower, her eyes flashing navy. “No, absolutely not.”

I raised my eyebrow at the anger now lacing her tone, even though my tone was probably carrying the same levels.

She picked up the conditioner from the shelf. “She’ll ruin everything before we’ve even decided what we want from this.”

“What does that mean, what we want?”

“It means, before last week you barely spoke a word to me. In twenty-five years, Penn, barely a word! Then we kissed, and now we’ve slept together in the space of a week. Not to mention you have a habit of moving on quickly…” her head went back under the shower. “It’s no secret that you don’t spend long with one woman. Lauren always gives you shit for it.”

I frowned deeply. She wasn’t even rambling; no, she was very clear in making her point of view on me. She alsodidhave a point, but what she didn’t realize was that as I could never have her, I always felt it utterly pointless to spend time with a woman, stringing them along when I’d never be able to give them my heart.

My heart had, and always would, belong to Lowe.

I picked up the shampoo from the shelf while I thought about how to respond, but she wasn’t done, although her tone softened back to the one she’d used before Abigail arrived.

“I just mean, let’s take the time to figure out what it is before anyone else weighs in.”

I looked down, wiping my eyes dry as her arms snaked round my neck.

My dick woke up the second her breasts touched my chest.

“I like you Penn, a lot. I wasn’t lying last night when I said I feel something for you. That I feel something’s happening between us.”

I moved so we were both under my shower head, pulling her flush against me while trying to ignore my dick who was trying his hardest to make sure he wasn’t ignored.

I was in two minds to tell her the truth, tell her how I felt and had always felt about her.

Tell her my heart beat only for her.

Instead, I touched my lips to hers, allowing them to linger for a second and relish in her softness. “I know, me too. We can take the time to figure it out.”

“Thank you.”

I smiled down at her. “What you got on for me today, Mrs. Michaelson?”

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