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He’s gentle.

He’s broken.

He’smyArlo.

26

FRANKIE

My cell vibrates on the nightstand, interrupting a little afternoon delight between Arlo and me. He crawls back up my body and pops his head out from underneath the comforter.

“Are you going to get that?” he asks.

“No.” I sit up on my elbows. “We’re alone and I don’t have to worry about the whole house hearing me come or them all clapping outside of your bed—”

“Ourbedroom,” he interjects. “It’s our bedroom.”

The other night proved to be much more than a step in the right direction for us. Between the honesty and the vulnerability, I felt like I was experiencing Arlo Bishop for the very first time.

Including his affinity for pointing out that we were together any chance he got.

“Okay,” I concede. “Our bedroom. I would prefer we didn’t hear cheering and clapping outside of our bedroom every time one of us came.”

“I don’t know,” he says smugly, “between that and the never-ending supply of lube, I kind of like it.”

I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at Arlo’s face. “It feels like a frat house.”

Arlo doesn’t get a chance to respond because my cell vibrates again.

“Just check it,” he says.

When I don’t make a move for it, Arlo scoots up my body and grabs it.

“It’s your boss,” he says.

This causes me to narrow my eyes. “Jordan? On a Saturday?”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to know? But it seems important.”

He turns the screen to face me just as a text message notification pops up.

Jordan: Call me.

Resigned, I let myself dramatically fall back onto the pillows. “I’m going to have to call him, aren’t I?”

Arlo nods. “He seems adamant that he talks to you.”

“Okay.” I try to climb out of the bed, but Arlo uses all his weight to keep me rooted in place. “What are you doing?”

“I’m naked with a hard-on and you’re about to speak to your ex-fuck buddy, what do you think I’m doing?”

He pulls the sheet back over his head and makes his way down my body, leaving open-mouthed kisses on every inch of my naked skin.

“I can’t hear you calling,” Arlo shouts.

Groaning, I swipe at my screen, waiting for the call to connect while my whole body breaks out in goosebumps at just the thought of us fooling around while I’m on the phone.

Jordan answers on the third ring.

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