Page 83 of Catching Feelings

“I think I should leave,” I say as I step into the sweats and turn around to pull the sweatshirt over my head.

“No need to be shy.” Miles comes behind me and cups my breasts.

“I’m not feeling well. I’ll let you and your guest...”

“Hey.” Miles cups my jaw and lifts my face to him. “What’s wrong?” He strokes my cheek with tenderness and I all but break in his hands.

I don’t do conflict. I don’t argue. I don’t do...this.

“Dude! You better not be getting it on in there. I came over for lunch and am starving.”

Lunch. I’m sure another euphemism. I’m an appetizer, dinner, and dessert, and this lady friend is lunch. Great.

“Order whatever you want. We’ll be out in a minute.”

“Miles. Keep your dick in your pants,” she yells.

He smirks, his eyes still locked on me. “Hard to do around you, Doc.”

I close my eyes and shake my head in confusion. “This is wrong.”

“Baby.” He narrows his eyes at me. “She’s fine. She’s always like this. Moody. Impatient. Especially when she’s hangry. We’ll have lunch together then I’ll get rid of her, okay?”

“Swear to God, Miles. If I hear noises—”

“Jules. Shut it. We’ll be out in a sec.”

“Jules?” Like his sister Jules?

I only met her the one time and it’s been a while. I didn’t recognize her voice. Relief sets in and I let out a sigh.

“Wait.” Miles looks over his shoulder at the closed door. “Did you think...fuck. Baby. Did you think she was another woman?”

“Well. I mean. She is a woman.”

“Shit. Rowan.” He tugs me into his chest and squeezes me in a hug. “There is no other woman in my life. You’re it for me. Fuck. I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking. No wonder you shut down.”

“It’s a little awkward,” I say into his chest, hugging him back. “Having your sister walk in on us.”

“I’m sorry that happened. But Rowan.” He leans back and looks down at me. “I’m insulted you think I’d allow another woman into my apartment. Into my life. I’m not a liar. I told you I was clean and hadn’t been with anyone in a while. I’d never risk your safety or your health.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Shh.” He puts a finger over my lips. “No apology needed from you. You did nothing wrong.”

“Fuck, Miles. Send the bimbo on her way. I’m not third wheeling it.”

I lift my brow and tuck my bottom lip between my teeth to hold back on my laugh.

“We should go out there.” Miles slips his hand in mine and opens his door.

“Bout fucking time. I ordered two subs,” Jules says, keeping her back to us, making it clear I’m not wanted here. Or rather, one of Miles’s bimbos is not wanted.

“Jules. You remember Rowan?”

She turns around and when she sees me, she cocks her head, dragging her gaze down my body then back up again. No doubt taking in Miles’s too-big clothes on me.

“From the shop. That was like, months ago.”

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