Page 39 of Pick Me

When Grace bent down to kiss me, I turned away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I gritted out even though it was a lie.

She groaned before leaning back a little. “Thea ruined the mood, didn’t she? I knew it.” She shook her head before her hand dropped to my crotch where I was certain she’d be surprised to find a flaccid dick. “She’s the definition of a pick-me, I swear. Always trying to get your attention but failing miserably.”

“She’s not trying to get my attention, believe me.”

“You sure about that? Did you see the way she looked at you just now? With her big pouty lip. So desperate. So eager. So embarrassing.” I swatted her hands away before shifting my hip so she’d fall onto the bed beside me.

“Yeah, you know what, Grace, I’m not in the mood. I think I should take you home.”

“Good idea. I’ve got this little drawer full of things that will get your mind off the travesty we just endured.”

“No. You’re misunderstanding me. I’m not interested tonight.”Or ever.“I was going to walk you home to be polite.”

Her face fell, and she sighed. “No need to walk me home. I’ll probably go back to Covey’s Cantina and hang out with some of my friends. If you aren’t interested, there are plenty of guys who are.”

She raised a brow, and I knew what she was doing. She was mildly threatening me for leaving her. I was honestly surprised she thought I cared.

“Well, that’s great. Saves me the walk. I assume you know your way out?” I said before grabbing her sweater and tossing it in her direction. It landed on her face, but I wasn’t in the mood to apologize.

As she pulled the fabric over her head, I started ushering her from the room, wanting her out ASAP. Once her arms were through the holes, I grabbed her purse and shoved it toward her.

“Okay, well, if you change your mind, you know my number.”

“That I do,” I said with a large fake smile. “See you around, Grace.”

With that, I slammed the door on her and flopped back onto my bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I noted the paint looked a little like Thea’s skin pre-fake tan.

Well, shit.

Thea fucked up my sex life, and I was starting to wonder if she was doing it on purpose because she wanted to see how a guy like me could handle life sexless. Something I knew she had to endure, but I didn’t realize she was going to punish me with that fate too.

I rolled my eyes, reminded that her headboard was next to mine with a wall between.

I bet she was sitting on her bed, smiling smugly about this. She would have taken off all that tanner, thank goodness, because she looks so much better natural. She would have removed whatever shit was on her lip, and she was probably lying in her bed now, wearing some silky number as she grinned to herself.

I had no doubts she was getting off on the fact I wasn’t getting off.

Her fingers were probably down her panties, and she was—

Wait.

I opened my eyes, looked around the room to confirm I was alone and no one could hear what I was thinking.

What the fuck was that?

I’d turned down guaranteed sex, yet my dick was at half-mast thinking about my best friend and teammate’s sister.

Again.

I wanted Thea, and that little fact was impossible to ignore—so I wasn’t going to. Dragging myself out of bed, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway and made my way to her door. My pulse hammered as I leaned in, straining to catch any sound from inside.

When I heard nothing, I knocked.

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