Page 110 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

This is all my fault. I’m an asshole for not telling her the truth. And I’m ridiculous for telling the guys a bunch of lies to get Aaron off my back—and yeah, I didn’t know she was listening, but I shouldn’t have said those things in the first place.

Speaking of Aaron, I just might have to kill the manipulative bastard if he doesn’t stop ogling Lacey like that.

I get it. She has her hair up in an adorable bun, and she looks like a goddess in that white bikini, but Iwillthrow him in shark-infested waters if he keeps this up.

Chance suggested that we play a quick game of flip cup before getting in the hot tub, and to no one’s surprise, Lacey hasn’t deigned to look at me once since she called me out on my shit.

I need to get her alone so that I can clear the air. Although, something tells me that’s not going to happen anytime soon. A few rounds of flip cup later, we call it a night and transfer to the hot tub. Aveena, Lacey’s pregnant friend, tells us she can’t get in while pregnant, and she’ll be upstairs napping in the meantime.

The guys and I get in first, followed by Dia, who takes a seat next to Finn. Then comes Lacey.

The issue is there are only two spots left. One next to Aaron. And one next to me. She arrives to that same conclusion a heartbeat later, and I see Aaron smiling at her from the corner of my eye.

Oh, fuck no.

The words are out of my mouth before I can make sense of the jealousy igniting in my chest like wildfire.

“There’s room next to me.”

Then… silence.

They all look at me like I’m some sort of obsessed ex-boyfriend, but I don’t give a shit. I tried to stay away, but seeing Aaron come for what’s mine is too fucking much. I know there are going to be consequences, but I can’t seem to care about them right now.

An adorable blush creeps up Lacey’s neck and face. Then, she notices everyone is now looking at her, waiting for a reaction.

I can tell she’s debating on blowing me off, but ultimately, she caves, climbing inside the hot tub and snatching the spot next to me.

Good luck ignoring me when our bodies are smashed together, Mattson.

I know better than to think she won’t try, though. She’s way too stubborn. It’s one of the things I love most about her.

Aaron doesn’t even bother concealing his anger, staring daggers into my forehead every chance he gets. And he’s right to hate me.

I fucked up.

Big time.

I was blinded by my rage, but now… all I see is her.

I spend the next half hour on autopilot, pretending to give a damn about what my friends are saying.

“That’s crazy. Why would Heather lie about you two sleeping together? And does Bethany know?” I hear Dia’s voice, but I couldn’t care less about the latest development in the Heather-Bethany-Chance drama right now.

Plus, Heather being a lying, conniving bitch doesn’t exactly come as a shock to me.

“I tried calling her a couple times. But she has my number blocked,” Chance answers.

“What are you going to do?” Dia asks.

“WhatcanI do? I barely got Heather to admit she set the whole thing up. Beth would never take my word for it,” Chance says.

If I were him and my girl had run off to live with her grandma because she thought I cheated on her with her best friend, you’d best believe I’d be on the next flight out, ready to track her down.

I zone out on the rest of their conversation, making sure toaccidentallygraze Lacey’s thigh in the water every once in a while just to see her squirm. The same way she squirmed when she came on my cock in the shower.

I can feel myself harden as the look on her face when she came flashes before my eyes. I have to remind the little general not to go there. I can’t be thinking about the sounds she made or the way she threw her head back against the shower tiles right now.

“You guys want to head inside before we all get so pruney we start looking like a fucking fruit salad?” Theo asks ten minutes later.

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