Page 116 of The Chance

Ouch.

“I see.” I nod and get my feet under me, pushing to my full height.

I have to look down at him and he’s staring all the way up with only a slight look of fear in his eyes betraying the boldness of his words.

“What’s your name again?”

“Ooh, ouch. I know damn well Jordan told you.”

He did, but Lemon doesn’t need to know that.

“He kissed me, you know,” he adds, a glint of something in his brown eyes.

Pursing my lips, I nod. “And?”

Lemon makes some sort of snorting chuckle and gives me a slow once over. Then another. It’s almost intrusive the way he appraises me, like he’s measuring me up and maybe the little spitfirecouldtake me out. Bet he’d start with my knees.

“And he spent a lot of time trying his best not to think about you, yet here you are.”

That one hurts, too.

I swallow and refuse to let him see me sweat. “Here I am.”

And I don’t plan on going away.

Arms crossing and features pinching, Lemon seems to make up his mind about me.

“What are your intentions with my guy?”

A muscle in my brow twitches at the claim I have no right to contest, yet feel like I must. He catches it and grins like the Cheshire cat that’s caught his mouse.

Not today, bud.

Not aftermyguy admitted that he’s not straight.

Finally opened up and let me the fuck in.

I grin.

“My intention?” My gaze flicks over his shoulder, Jordan’s furrowed brow taking in the sight of the two of us from across the room. “Iseverything.”

Slowly, I bring my sight back to the overprotective friend, my grin even wider.

Lemon throws his hands up and rolls his eyes but laughs.

“Fine.Don’tyoudarehurtmyfriendagain.” The last part is rushed and nearly growled beneath his breath as Jordan approaches, only replaced with a forced smile when he gets within hearing distance.

“Lemon,manners,” Jordan all but snips, though the guy is all smiles and fluttering lashes that have me chuckling by the time Jordan stops between us.

“I have all the manners!”

“Mac, this is Lemon,” Jordan adds, ignoring his friend’s innocent act.

“We met.” I chuckle. “I see why you like him.”

Jordan’s brow quirks, but so do his lips, and now all I can think about is kissing them.

Would he let me?

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