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In a way that doesn’t need any clothing but provides plenty of body heat.

No, Rory. Rein it in. You can’t jump his bones, no matter how badly you want to.

I take a breath as we both pick a side of the bed, sliding under the covers and turning away from each other.

“Good night, Cole.”

“Good night, Rory.”

twelve

Cole

The light peeking infrom behind the curtains is blinding.

As my eyes adjust to the daylight enveloping the room, I notice how hot I am. I literally never wear this much clothing to bed—the long sleeve tee and joggers are much more than the boxer briefs I usually wear to sleep, and I can feel the sweat building even though it’s thirty fucking degrees outside.

Hot as I am, though, that was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages. Yes, Knox’s guest bed is very comfortable, but that has nothing to do with it.

It has everything to do with the curly-haired woman who evidently cuddled up to me overnight. Fuck, I like waking up like this.

It is dangerous, though, when Rory’s ass is in averyprecarious position. One wrong move, and she’ll get a repeat of what she did to me in the showers.

And as she slowly wakes up, she does exactly as I fear—she rubs herself directly over my groin, my dick springing up faster than a bullet from a gun.

I’m not sure if it’s the tent I’ve pitched pressing into her back or the groan that escapes my lips that does it, but I do know Rory is fully awake when she goes perfectly still.

“Cole…” she says, voice somewhat strained. “Please tell me there’s a flashlight behind my back.”

“Not sure why I’d have a flashlight in bed, but if it makes you feel better, sure, we’ll go with that.”

“I think I might like the idea of you randomly having a flashlight in bed rather than me accidentally making you hard again.”

She truly has no idea how often she’s made me hard. It’s usually not from accidental brushing like it’s been lately, but I end up turned on almost every time I’m around her. I’ve just gotten good at adjusting myself with no one noticing.

“Sorry, Rory,” I sigh, “but your ass is in a very dangerous spot, and he has a mind of his own.”

She howls with laughter as she rolls onto her back. “You did not just call your dick a he.”

“Well, it’s not a she,” I chide. “I’m all man, baby.”

“Oh my God, I can’t with you.”

I smile at her as she finally makes eye contact with me. “Hey, I’ll do whatever I can to diffuse an awkward situation.” I take a deep breath. “Sorry about that, though. It’s starting to get embarrassing now.”

Rory puts her hands up as if in surrender. “Hey, I know how biology works. An accidental touch from anybody would do that to you.”

I eye her. “You think anybody could do that to me, Starlight?”

Her face falls a bit as she registers what I’m saying. “Yeah… I’ve seen the women that go after you, Cole. Any of them could do that. It’s not because it’s me. We’re friends.”

I hate when she does this, putting herself down. Like she actually thinks she’s not the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Like she thinks I couldn’t possibly think of her that way.

Maybe a bit of brutal honesty can help her see.

“I couldn’t care less about any of the women that come after me. It’s not any of them that do this to me.”

She looks at me, stunned. “W-what are you saying?”

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