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Lost in a world that makes sense when I’m not thinking abouther.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LENNON

The only word todescribe this perfect weekend isbliss. Having uninterrupted alone time with Brandon is just what I wanted, what we bothneeded. We get each other on a different level than most and being able to have a couple of days alone has cemented that.

“This weekend was a dream,” I tell him when he cages me against the car door after I get out. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him in for a sensual kiss. “I wish it didn’t have to end.” I pout, sticking out my lower lip when he leans back to study me.

Brandon chuckles and dips down for a quick peck. “Don’t worry, babe. We have plenty of time for more anniversary getaways.”

I smile. “Promise?”

“Yes.” He winks. “Now let’s go make sure Hunter didn’t burn the place down.” He reaches around and squeezes my ass, causing me to squeal.

At the mention of his name, I frown. With our getaway officially over, it’s time to go back to the real world.

The moment we walk into the apartment and I smell bacon, I know Hunter isn’t alone. He’s too much of a food freeloader to cook for himself.

“Dude, that smells good,” Brandon says.

“We just ate,” I remind him, laughing.

He spins around, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulls me to his chest. “Yes, and you were fucking delicious.”

Brandon’s growl has me chuckling, and then he tickles my neck with his lips.

“You must be the roommates!” a woman’s voice says, and I want to claw her throat for interrupting our moment. Rude.

We face her, and Brandon plasters on a wide grin as he takes in the half-dressed brunette. I know he’s used to Hunter’s weekend flings, but I think it’s tasteless, considering he strings them along.

I doubt he’ll findthe oneor settle down. Not when the parade of women he brings around are never anything more than a fling.

“Yeah, we are,” Brandon replies.

“I’m Jenna.” She saunters in wearing nothing more than a T-shirt and panties.

Wait.

“Is that my shirt?” I blurt without thinking. I narrow my eyes as she lifts the hem and stretches it out.

“Oh, yes. I hope you don’t mind?” She meets my harsh gaze. “Hunter’s shirts arewaytoo big for me. The sleeves went past my hands.” She giggles as if it’s funny, but I’m not laughing. Hell, I don’t even crack a smile. “I promise to wash and return it as soon as possible.”

I roll my eyes, walking past her. “Don’t bother. Keep it.”

Orburnit.

I march down the hallway and go into our room, dropping my bag on the floor. That freaking asshole. His guests prancing around in their underwear is one thing, but allowing her to wear my clothes is pushing it too damn far.

“Babe,” Brandon says the moment he steps inside our room and shuts the door. “Why were you so rude?”

“Are you kidding me?” I narrow my eyes. “She’s wearing my clothes! That’s not cool!”

“You’re mad over a shirt? You don’t even wear that one anymore. Probably why Hunter grabbed it.”

I’m shocked he’s so casual about this.

“So is this just something you guys did before I came along? Your flings leave clothes around, and you hand them out to the next flavor of the week?” I cross my arms over my chest.

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