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“Well, fuck,” he says, the smile on his face evident in his voice. “There goes that golden nickname.”

I walk into my living room now and fall back onto my couch, sinking into the soft upholstery. “Keep trying, Pierce. You gotta do better than that.”

Cole chuckles, and the sound sets off butterflies. This man affects me in a way no one ever has. “So, how was dinner, then?”

“It was good,” I say, twirling a strand of hair around my finger. “But apparently, I have no idea how to act around your sister.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I kept stumbling over my words and shit. She kept giving me looks. I was awkward as fuck.”

“You wishing you didn’t stop in the showers, huh?” I can hear his smug smirk through the phone.

“Cole!” I shout. “Don’t act all flirty with me.”

“God, it’s so fun to fuck with you,” he laughs.

If he’s going to fuck with me, I’d highly prefer he do it with his cock inside me instead. Call it intuition or whatever you want, but I get the feeling that Cole knowsexactlyhow to take care of a woman in the bedroom.

“Don’t fuck with me unless you’re going to make me come, Pierce.”

Cole chokes on the other end, coughing as I start laughing my ass off.

To anybody else, our friendship would seem weird, but we both love to trip the other up by saying inappropriate things. Cole gets me sometimes, but I usually win the unofficial battle.

“Fucking hell, Rory,” he says. “Next thing I know, you’re going to ask me what I’m wearing.”

“I don’t even need to ask, Cole. You’re always in joggers and a hoodie in the evenings.”

“Ooh, maybe you don’t know everything about me. That’s what I wear around other people. Not when I’m alone in my own apartment.”

“Don’t tell me you’re running around commando.”

Seriously.

Please don’t tell me that.

The thought of Cole naked on the other end of the phone might actually kill me.

“Not commando,” he laughs. “But I tend to run hot, so I’m just in sweats right now.”

“Are they gray?” I blurt out.

Goddamn, I wish I had a muzzle for myself sometimes.

Cole’s voice turns deeper, huskier. “And if I told you they are gray? What would you think?”

I think that I wish I was there so I could see for myself.

But I lie instead.

“I’d think it wouldn’t make a difference for you. Tiny dicks don’t show, even in gray sweatpants.”

“Oh, Rory,” he says, chuckling to himself. “I can promise you it’s not tiny.”

Oh, I know it’s not.

I did accidentally make him hard, after all.

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