Page 63 of Don't Puck Your Best Friend’s Girl

"Congratulations on owning exactly four plates, six glasses, and random assortment of silverware," I tease, putting the final dish away.

"The glamorous bachelor life." He dries his hands on the towel I offer. "Though it's never felt quite this appealing before."

His eyes hold mine, and in that moment, I understand what he's really saying — that this ordinary evening, this simple night, means something to him too.

He leads me to his bedroom, and the playfulness transforms into something deeper. Cade lays me gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Undress for me," he says softly.

I smile, knowing that there's nothing I want more. I sit up and take my shirt off first. I watch as his eyes flicker with need as they trail down my body. I let my bra strap slip off my shoulders as I inhale.

He stands in front of me and pulls off his shirt, displaying a nice set of abs and muscular arms.

"Unclip this for me," I ask, standing up and turning my back to him. I make sure to rub my ass on his cock as I pull my hair to the side.

He kisses my neck, so I lean into him. His fingers glide down my arm until he reaches the back of my bra. He unclips it and rests his head on my shoulder, slowly guiding the bra off my chest.

When my boobs fall out, I feel his hard dick press against my ass. I lean into him as he cups my breasts. We stay like this for a moment as I revel under his stare. Then I turn and place my hand on his chest, pushing him away from me.

I unbutton my jeans, kicking them off. He stares into my eyes with that look. You know that look when someone can't get enough of you. I raise an eyebrow at him as if it's his turn to take off his pants now.

He laughs, shying away. But he takes the hint, unbuttoning his pants and pulls them down.

We stand across from each other in only our underwear, completely unashamed. This is the most confident and beautiful I have ever felt in front of anyone.

My eyes sweep down his body, flicking back to meet his stare.

The boy I hated.

A smile plays on his lips like he knows what I'm thinking.

I can't help the smile on my face, staring back.

"Cade," I mutter.

"Saylor."

He takes a step forward, reaching for my waist. "I can't wait to be inside of you."

"My favorite way to have you," I joke.

He leans down and kisses me.

The next morning, I can sleep in a little because I don't have any morning classes. The deep pelvic ache is no longer there, completely satisfied by Cade last night. I came home at around midnight, so I'm glad I got to sleep in.

A notification from my phone vibrates while I'm still half-asleep. I peek one eye to read the message, not bothering to look at who it's from.

My stomach drops as I read the text.

Can we talk?

I glance at Byron's name, heart pounding as if I've been caught doing something wrong. Which, technically, I have been. I've been doing a lot wrong. I mean, the guy I'm fucking is Byron's best friend. The guilt I've managed to suppress during my time with Cade surges back with a vengeance.

I find Mina in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee while scrolling through her phone. Chloe's bedroom door is open, her bed neatly made and empty — probably at her early anatomy lab.

"Byron texted me," I blurt out, holding up my phone like it's contaminated. "He wants to talk."

Mina sets her mug down, suddenly alert. "What are you going to do?"

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