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She reaches out to touch one, but I slap her hand away with a laugh.

“Nothing is going to happen.”

“Tess, I love you.” Her hand goes to my lower arm somberly. “So hear what I’m about to say ’cause I’m only going to say it once. If you do not fuck that guy, it’s over between us.”

CHAPTER20

DREW

MY LEVEL OF FLIRTING IS FINDING SOMEONE ATTRACTIVE AND PRAYING THAT THEY’RE BRAVER THAN I AM.

I hear laughingfrom the kitchen which means the roommate is home—but it doesn’t sound like that boyfriend of hers is with her and if he is, he hasn’t uttered a peep.

“HE’S NAKED? SHUT UP!”

I stifle a smile, reclining against the headboard, waiting patiently for Tess to come back with our water.

I strain my ears to hear what they’re saying, and they do not disappoint.

“Shhh, oh my god, he’s wearing boxers. We just talked about this. We’re just watching TV, okay? Calm down. Nothing is going to happen.”

“Are you insane? Seriously, are you literally insane? You should see your tits in that shirt. I’m straight, but I’d go gay for you in that shirt.”

Miranda isn’t wrong. Tess and her tits look hot in that shirt, and I’d go gay for her too if I wasn’t already straight.

Wait.

That makes no sense…

“Nothing is going to happen.”

“Tess, I love you. So hear what I’m about to say coz I’m only going to say it once. If you do not fuck that guy, it’s over between us.”

Welp. At least they didn’t have the decency to whisper. And if anything was said after that last part, I didn’t catch it because Tess comes through the door breathlessly, as if she’s run a marathon, back leaning against the door after she closes it behind her.

“Um. Hey. Sorry that took so long.”

“If you do not fuck that guy, it’s over between us.”

I can see her nipples through the shirt. The silhouette of color, the hard nubs, the outline of her areolas.

Shit.

I’m a boob guy.

I’m a leg guy.

I’m an ass guy.

“Nothing is going to happen.”

“If you do not fuck that guy…”

“Hey, I’m back!” Tess is cheery in the doorway, her eyes betraying nothing of the conversation she was having in the kitchen.

How is she able to act normal?

I’d be blushing, red from head to toe.

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