Page 102 of Pick Me

Thea danced over to Tanner, giving him a hug. She said something in his ear, but the music was too loud for me to hear it.

“See you guys later,” he said. His lips were flat, but his hand was clutching his phone, and there was an unmistakable glint in his eyes. He was hopeful, as he should be, that they’d figure things out.

As Thea’s brother walked away, she stood in front of me with her arms folded and her lips pouted. I watched Tanner’s manbun all the way to the door, waiting for him to walk out of it and then a few seconds more before I dared to look at Thea with anything other than discontent.

When I was satisfied he was gone, I took in her scowling face, and my chest constricted. Fucking beautiful.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a terrible dancer?” I asked as I swept my arms around her waist and drew her in.

She dropped her head back and laughed. “I’m not dancing for the male gaze, or anyone’s gaze, for that matter.”

“Clearly.” I kissed the spot behind her ear as my hands skated up her ribs.

“You look fucking phenomenal, Pyro. Wanna set my bed on fire?”

“With you in it… Yes. I think about it all the time.” She had such a cute tone as she threatened my life, but I was fucking addicted to it.

“Come home with me.”

“I live with you.”

“Then let’s take this up a notch. Stay in my room tonight.”

“No.”

I backed up, tilting my head. Her face didn’t change. She was serious.

“Wow. Way to knock a guy’s ego.”

“Tanner’s back. What if he wakes up and hears you impaling me with that football post you call a dick?”

“Football post? Do you think my dick is two headed?”

“I bet it does more damage. It’s huge.”

“You’re too kind.”

“I’m just speaking the truth, Baseball Cap.”

“We’ve got to tell your brother about us.” I pressed a kiss to her lips before sinking my teeth into her plump bottom one and drawing it out so I could watch it fall back into place.

“We do, but maybe not while he’s having a crisis of confidence. Let’s make sure he and Aster are talking before we tell him anything.”

“Agreed,” I said reluctantly, kissing the crook of her neck and smelling her flowery perfume. The same scent I’d gotten hard over in the shower. I wasn’t doing any better right now. At least this time I was grinding my erection against Thea’s hip instead of my hand. I’d leveled up.

“Agreed. It does mean I won’t be able to touch you like this for a while.” I dipped my hands down to her ass, squeezing, and groaned at my own frivolous behavior. Resisting her would be difficult now that I’d felt her like this.

She squealed, her fingers curling into my shoulders before she brought her lips to my neck. “Is that all you think about? Sex?” she husked out as if she wasn’t also thinking about it.

“More like sex with you. That’s pretty much it for me. I don’t need anything else going on in my tiny, little pea brain.”

Lacing my fingers with hers, I brought them to my heart and rested our foreheads together. We swayed to the music even though it was hard rock and everyone around us was head banging. We didn’t care; we were happy in each other’s arms.

“I like this,” she said, biting her bottom lip, almost embarrassed at the statement.

“Me too.” I liked it a little too much, in fact. She was my best friend’s sister, and while he was having a melt down over his relationship status, I was planning on how to tell him I was in love with his sister.

Thea looked up at me, her eyes deep and searching, pulling me in without even trying. I winked before frowning.

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