Page 55 of Falling For My Best Friend's Brother

It wasn’t long until he was coming and cursing under his breath, his body jerking furiously at the force of his climax. Breathing hard, he pulled out of me and fell on the bed next to me, gathering me into his arms. I knew I couldn’t stay the night; Lindsay was an early riser, and it would not do for her to catch me coming out of her brother’s room, doing the walk of shame.

I tried to get up. “I have to go.”

Knox’s arm around me didn’t give up. “Hmm. Stay a while. I miss having you next to me.”

It wasn’t easy to act like his words didn’t warm me. “We slept together last night, and the night before that, and the night—”

“Princess?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up and let me hold you.”

When he looked so hot like that, who was I to complain?

***

“Good morning.”

I resisted the urge to wince, my steps faltering. Lindsay was already in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee while her finger swiped around the touchpad of her MacBook. She looked up at me, smiling softly.

“Good morning, Lin. Why are you up so early on a Sunday? It’s barely seven.”

Heading for the coffee machine, I grabbed a mug and poured myself a heavy dose of my morning drug. I kept my back to Lindsay because I couldn’t risk her guessing anything from the sight of my flushed face.

I’d ended up spending the entire night in Knox’s room and was hoping for a cup of coffee to wake me up before going back to my room in case she decided to check in. I didn’t expect her to be up this early.

“Yeah, I know, but I have something to take care of before my boss’s meeting tomorrow. Life of a PA,” she sighed.

Gulping down the coffee, I exhaled before turning around to face her, mustering up a chuckle. “Sucks to be you, sugar.”

Lindsay stared at me for a second, cocking her head to one side as her eyes squinted. “Is it just me, or is there something different about you?”

I swallowed another mouthful of my cup, trying not to panic. Lindsay might be intuitive, but she was not clairvoyant. “What do you mean?”

“Hmm.” She pulled her leg up on the chair, resting her jaw on her knee, her gaze never leaving me. “I’m not sure. You’re… positively glowing. Did you finally sell your painting?”

“Not yet.”

“Did you meet someone new?”

Fucking hell, she’s a witch.

“Of course not,” I huffed. “You would be the first to know if I did.”

Lindsay grinned. “I thought so too. Hold up. Did you have sex recently?”

I’d been about to swallow my coffee, but at the mention of sex, I sputtered. The hot, bitter liquid missed the right pipe and singed down the wrong one, prompting me into a coughing fit that almost killed me.

“Oh, shit.” Lindsay was out of her chair in a second, taking the mug from me and placing it inside the sink before patting my back with force. “Easy there. Breathe. Shit, Neens. You’ve gotta ease up on the caffeine obsession.”

“Yeah,” I coughed, trying to catch my breath. The problem with being friends with a person since childhood is that at some point, they can tell everything happening with you from just one look. I had no idea how Lindsay had guessed so correctly.

“Thanks,” I told her when the coughing subsided.

Knox chose that exact moment to show up, wearing only shorts. He tilted his head, a line creasing the space between his full brows. “What’s going on?”

“Nina is trying to kill herself with coffee,” Lindsay scolded with a frown.

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