Page 25 of Pick Me

But ….

Visions of Thea’s hand stuffed down her jumpsuit came to mind, her brows furrowed as she bit down on her bottom lip, holding back the impending orgasm.

I shook that thought out of my head.

What was wrong with me?

This girl annoyed me to no end, and, all of a sudden, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Pushing back, the chair scraped against the floor, I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter.

“Will you tell Thea I’ll text her to arrange lunch next week?”

I flicked my gaze back to Britt, curling my lip. “You kick me out, and now you think I’m Thea’s secretary?”

“Watch it,” Matty snarled. “That’s my wife you’re talking to.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry, Britt. You’re lucky to have a man that stands up for you. If you guys want that threesome, just let me know.”

I skirted out of there faster than Matty could catch me, snickering. Why didn’t anyone else appreciate my humor?

As I drove home, I couldn’t stop thinking about Britt’s words.

Crush on Thea?

It was ridiculous. She was my best friend’s sister. Nothing more than a girl I was forced to live with. It didn’t matter how hot she was. I wasn’t interested in her. Not now. Not ever. There was also the teeny-tiny fact that she hated me. There was no heat simmering behind her eyes. Unless she was thinking about all the ways she could burn me alive.

I pulled up to the apartment twenty minutes early, and her lights were still on, so I blew out a breath. She wasstillup, no doubt watching that insufferable show. Wasn’t it like three hours long or something stupid like that?

It was too cold to stay out here, so my only option was to head upstairs and deal with her snarky ass until I got to my room.

I trudged up the stairs, taking each step slowly in an attempt to make it take longer. She was probably up there yelling at the TV, only to take it out on me when I opened the door.

When I got to our floor, I rested my head against the door, hoping to gauge the mood she was in. My brows furrowed when I heard nothing. Maybe she’d already gone to bed and left the light on for me? Pfft. Like she’d ever do that.

Pushing open the door, I slowly peeked my head in, not surprised to seeBaseball Wiveson. There was a blonde on the screen ranting about some other woman.

“Thea?” I murmured, suspicion lacing my tone. Why did I have the feeling she would pop out of our coat closet and make me shit my pants?

I rushed past the closet and stepped into the living room, then stopped short when I saw a rumpled mess of black hair poking out of the fluffy purple blanket Thea had been wrapped in before I left.

My fingers itched to turn on my foghorn app and scare her awake. I didn’t, though. After all that crush talk with Matty, I shouldn’t. I didn’t want them thinking I cared about seeing her wide, surprised eyes as she clutched at her heaving chest, angrily saying my name.

Walking a little closer, I grinned when I saw a permanent marker on the table. Not sure why it was there, but I’d like to put it down to fate. Clearly, I was meant to draw a tiny little mustache on Thea in aFriendshomage.

Grabbing the Sharpie, I quietly kneeled in front of her. Then I shuffled toward her before ever so gently picking up the blanket with my thumb and forefinger, moving it off her body.

She barely moved, and there was a split moment where I thought I might’ve correctly predicted her demise and she’d suffocated.

When she groaned and dropped her arm out of the blanket, I was surprised to see her milky skin on display.

No onesie?

My mind flitted back to when I saw her earlier, and I realized I hadn’t actually seen what she was wearing before I left. Not that it mattered.

With awe, I traced the freckles on her arm with my gaze. So many. How had I not noticed all the freckles marring her pale skin?

She shuffled against the pillows, and I froze, holding my breath in fear the breeze would wake her up.

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