Page 65 of The Wingman

His breathing changes, and his eyes open, bleary and adorable in the morning light. His mouth kicks up into a calm smile.

There’s a shift in my body, like the clouds are clearing.

“You fell asleep.” His voice is gravelly. Neatly trimmed golden-blond chest hair spans his muscled torso, trickling down his abs into his waistband. “I didn’t want to wake you.” He glances down at himself. “I must have pulled my clothes off in my sleep. Sorry. I get warm.”

I can feel exactly how warm he is when I’m splayed out on him like this. A pathetic noise of acknowledgment slips out of me, and I nod, gaze tracing over all the lines and ridges of his perfect body.

God, he’s so hot. He’s sobig. Hayden is just… so much. All broad chest, thick limbs, and muscular thighs.

I shift again, and the impressive erection that pressed into me while we practice-kissed at the cast party? It’s pressing into my hip.

Our eyes meet, and my mind goes blank. Heat grows behind my clit. I have the overwhelming urge to run my palm down his chest, over his straining length. To pull the waistband of his boxers down and let his erection spring free.

I’d push him between my lips and take him all the way to the back of my mouth. A deep pressure builds between my legs when I imagine what his groan would sound like. Maybe he’d put his hand on the back of my head. Maybe he’d tell me how good it feels.

His breathing turns uneven as he looks down at my mouth. I told Hayden sex is supposed to be warm and predictable, but the hard bar of his arousal against my hip doesn’t feel sweet or relaxing.

It feels like I want to fuck my best friend.

“Darce,” he breathes, like a question mixed with a plea, and the hot look in his eyes crumbles my resolve. I move an inch toward his mouth?—

Something starts jingling in my room, and we snap apart. A phone alarm, coming from the floor. I slide off him and he reaches over the side of the bed.

“Is that me or you?” I ask, searching for my phone.

“Me.” He turns the alarm off and swings his legs to the floor so he’s sitting and facing away. My eyes move over his toned back and waist before I yank my gaze elsewhere.

I’m still in my panties, too. I think I’m wet. Can he tell? God. Hayden stands, and his eyes follow as I haul the duvet over myself.

He turns away. “I should get ready for practice.”

“Me, too. I mean, I should get ready for work.”

His shoulders look tense as he tilts his chin to the bed. “Sorry about that.”

“No.” My eyebrows shoot up. “It was me. I fell asleep and you were just being a good friend.”

His jaw ticks and he rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

A weird pause between us.

“Next time, I’ll use the man chest doll you got me,” I joke, but he doesn’t laugh. He’s probably freaking out that I’m going to get all clingy or get the wrong idea about us. “Okay, well.” I give him a cheerful smile to show him I won’t make this weird. “Have a great day at practice. See you tonight?”

He nods tightly, not looking at me. “I’ll be late. I’m going to beer league with Miller.”

“Nice.” He and Rory sometimes play on a rec center hockey team with a bunch of regular guys. “That’ll be fun.”

“Yep. See ya.”

“See ya.”

He closes the bedroom door behind him, and I flop back down onto the pillows, blowing out a long breath.

Sleeping half-naked in the same bed with my roommate and wingman is dancing into dangerous territory, and I won’t be doing that again, no matter how good it felt.

That evening after work, I’ve stopped at a drugstore to pick up more toothpaste when a row of colorful pots on the shelf catches my eye.

Temporary hair dye.

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