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She’s apologetic,but I’m not sure if I believe her.

Nothing about those pajamas is sweet.

Her tits are bigger than I thought they were—and let’s be fucking honest, I’ve been thinking about what they look like. And I’d be fucking lying if I hadn’t imagined what she looks like naked, but now I’m trapped in a room with her wearing nothing but these goddamn boxers that are squeezing the life out of my nutsack.

Chill, bro.

It’s peaceful and quiet and it’s not like she has an ulterior motive.

Neither do you.

Liar.

My god, I’m such a liar…

CHAPTER19

TESS

MAYBE I CAN SEDUCE HIM WITH MY AWKWARDNESS…

My heart beatsout of my chest.

What possessed me to wear this in front of him? It’s not like I didn’t have a choice—last night, I wore a tee shirt to bed that was three sizes too large, my father’s XXL, and a pair of sweatpants I stole from Miranda. So this little barely-there number I had thrown in my overnight bag could have stayed retired.

Drew looks like an animal backed into a corner, terrified to take another step toward me.

“So you watching something already?”

He’s at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the mattress, and my eyes stray south to the waistband of those ill-fitting boxer shorts he was brave enough to put on.

My mouth waters, damned if it doesn’t, as my eyes travel lower still.

I can literally see the outline of his dick.

Drool.

I touch the corner of my mouth, hoping I don’t look like a sex crazed maniac but how would you feel if you were sharing a bedroom with your childhood crush?

You’d be drooling at the sight of him, too.

The fact that he’s being so polite only makes me want to push those boxers down his hips, shove him onto the mattress, and—

“I love this show too. I binged seasons one and two already. Which season are you on?”

He plops onto the far side of the bed, watching the TV screen, looking at the reality show about sex and dating I’ve pulled up. Hot singles “stranded” on an island and they’re not allowed to bang, kiss, touch, or get each other off.

“Um. Season four.”

Drew nods his approval. “Who’s that?”

“Chelsea.” I laugh.

“See! There’s always a Chelsea…”

I settle in. Drew settles in.

The ceiling fan is on, so it’s not too hot and not cold enough to be beneath the blankets, but I’m not sure if I can lay here like this. I feel like I’m on the beach in a bikini and have no idea how to behave or move my body.

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