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“Okay,” she muttered, wiping away the remains of vomit from herchin. “By the way, I'm sorry for cockblocking you.”

I laughed and pushed her head under the stream of water. “No,you’re not.”

After I put her to bed, I stayed with her until she fell asleep.When her breathing slowed down, I returned to the living room, only to findCarter asleep on the sofa. His pants and shirt were thrown over a chair, and hepulled a blanket over him as if he were cold. After I closed the window andtook off my clothes, I lay down next to him. Almost immediately, he turnedtoward me as I raised my arm so he could lay his head in the crook of myneck.

“Is Shel okay?” he murmured, snuggling against me.

I kissed his forehead. “She will be.”

He murmured something unintelligible, and his movements stilled.His breathing slowed down, but in my chest, my heart was swelling under thesurge of emotions. I was swollen elsewhere too, but it didn’t matter because hewas in my arms.

Stop. It doesn’t mean anything.

I smiled, nonetheless.

Maybe. But tonight, he’s mine.

Chapter 25

Awake

Carter

I woke up with all my senses addled. The sunlight streamingthrough the window told me I wasn’t in my room. The smell of eggs and baconconfirmed I wasn’t at home because I seldom made breakfast. And the warm bodynext to me told me I wasn’t alone. And it was a huge body. Certainly not Vic’s.

Then my eyes snapped open as everything suddenly came back to me.

No way.

No way it happened.

But it happened. I knew it did.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

When my traitorous lips curled into a smile, shocking the hell outof me, I started to panic.

What are you doing, lips? Stop smiling.

“Hey, guys,” Shelly shouted. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, determined to get that smile off myface before I—

“Good morning,” a deep voice rumbled, and I felt the large bodystretching against me. Or under me since I was wrapped around him like a koala.My arm was thrown over his waist. My head lay on his chest. My leg wasentangled with his, touching certain throbbing parts that made my pulsequicken.

I pulled my hips further away because my dick was hard as stoneand mumbled a barely audible, “Good morning.”

“Do I smell eggs?” Tye said, raising his head. “I’m starving.”

“I’m making pancakes, too,” Shelly shouted, sounding cheerful.“Feel free to use the bathroom, guys. It doesn’t smell like puke anymore.”

“Do you want to go first?” Tye asked me, lowering his head to lookat me. I nodded and jumped out of bed, hurrying toward the bathroom before hecould notice my boner. After I’d washed my face and swallowed half thetoothpaste to make the taste of alcohol go away, I joined them in the kitchen.Tye was sitting on a bar stool and laughing at something that Shelly said,which sounded like “I hate you, by the way.”

“All yours,” I muttered, sitting beside him and avoiding his eyes.Of course, I meant the bathroom, not… myself.

“Thanks,” Tye said and headed to the bathroom as Shelly approachedme.

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