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He was right. With a sigh, I lowered my head to his again, kissing him softly. “I should thank Jonas for the time we do have, even if it’s short.”

“Huh?” he mumbled before wrapping his hand around my nape and kissing me again.

“Jonas. That first date between us was an accident, but he engineered the second date.”

Charlie froze beneath me, his eyes growing impossibly wide. “What?”

“Yeah. I’ve had words with him. He said I seemed happy, and I dunno, he thought there might be something between us, so he messed with the app to make it set us up again.”

There was a long silence while Charlie processed my words. “You seemed happy? Weren’t you happy before?”

The worry in his voice startled me, and I hastened to reassure him. “I was. But he said he hadn’t seen me like that. He said I seemed really happy. Like I had a crush on you or something.”

Charlie’s concern was immediately wiped away, replaced with a beaming smile. “Nate Glover has a crush on me.”

“Fuck off,” I growled, nipping at his bottom lip. That made him smile even wider.

“Guess what? I have a crush on you, too.”

“The fact that I’m in your bed and we’re both naked might have clued me in to that fact.”

“Oh, really?” He smoothed his hands down my back and then slid them tentatively onto my ass.

“Mmm. Really.” I kissed him. Speaking of being naked in bed… My dick was a steel bar against his leg, and his was tenting the sheets, and I wanted to make the most of it. “Now, c’mere, and we can suck each other’s dicks before I have to somehow sneak out of your house without your housemates seeing me.”

“We’re going from our first blowjobs to sixty-nining in the space of…what…nine hours or something? We should get trophies.”

Rolling my eyes, I tapped his chest before pinching his nipple, making him gasp. Unsuccessfully biting back a smirk, I did it again. “You and your fucking trophies. This isn’t a competition.”

“Hey!” He swatted my ass. “It’s a competition if we say it is. Bet I can make you come first.”

“Doubtful.”

“Oh, it’s on, Glover.”

“Bring it, Brooks.”

We both grinned at each other, and then we proceeded to suck each other’s brains out.

“I won.”

Clamping my hand over Charlie’s mouth, I shook my head. “You did not. It wasn’t even close.”

“You did that thing with your tongue. It wasn’t fair,” he hissed as we made our best attempt at tiptoeing down two flights of creaky Victorian stairs.

I turned to smirk at him. “Seems like my pinball prince is a sore loser.”

His expression suddenly went from teasing to so soft and yearning, I stumbled. Catching myself by bracing my hand against the wall, I ran through what I’d just said.

Oh.

“My pinball prince,” I murmured, stopping on the stair next to him, cupping his smooth jaw. “Mine.”

He shivered.

“Mine.” My lips slid over his, and he sighed into my mouth, melting against me. Fuck. The way he responded to me was so addictive. I wanted more, and more, and more. “Mine,” I reiterated between kisses, wrapping my arms around him. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” Even if it was only temporary.

We lost ourselves in each other, kissing until one of us moved a foot and made the stair creak. Quickly separating, we made our way down the rest of the stairs to the hallway. I could see the front door?—

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