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In all honesty, I’d much rather stay here.
Rina glares at Oliver. “Do me a favor and try not to end up on TMZ again.”
He winks. “No promises, baby.”
Rina grabs a throw pillow and hurls it at him. With a grin, Oliver sidesteps the projectile.
As the elevator doors close, Knox shakes his head with alaugh. “So, tell me, Cap. Does she even realize how far gone you are for her?”
I shoot him a look. “Not yet. But she will.”
Knox grins before clapping me on the back. “I can’t wait to see how this turns out. It’s way better than the K-dramas my sister watches.”
Oliver smirks. “Just your sister, huh?”
“Fuck off, Van Doren.” He nods toward me with a smirk. “I’m just hoping Cap finally breaks the dry spell. I’d hate for him to forget how it’s done.”
They have no idea that the streak is already over.
And I have no plans of ever looking back.
35
LILAH
We’re all stretched out in Steele’s living room, surrounded by fuzzy blankets, half-eaten charcuterie, and a few empty bottles. The view outside the massive windows is nothing short of stunning.
It feels like the perfect backdrop for a cozy night in.
“So,” Rina says, sipping her cabernet and narrowing her eyes at me over the rim of her glass, “I think we’re all due for an update.”
I arch a brow, playing innocent. “About what?”
Callie snorts. “Um, hello? The friends-with-benefits offer Steele oh-so-casually tossed out. I’m dying to know what you decided. The sparks flying between you two at the Railers event last week were enough to singe our eyebrows.”
“I’m still recovering,” Rina adds dryly, swirling her wine. “You could cut the tension with a butter knife.”
I laugh, but the moment my gaze flicks to the coffee table—the very one I’d been sprawled across not that long ago—heat floods my cheeks.
“I decided to take him up on the offer,” I murmur, taking a long sip of wine to hide the rising flush in my cheeks.
There’s a collective inhale from around me.
Callie leans in, her eyes wide with curiosity. “As in… you two are sleeping together now?”
I shake my head. “I’m not giving details, but yeah, we are.”
Rina lets out a satisfied hum as she sinks deeper into the couch, looking entirely too smug. “I knew it. That man looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.”
“He does,” Callie agrees, nudging my knee with hers. “And he always has.”
I offer a small, slightly dazed smile. “The difference between him and Devon is like night and day. There’s no comparison.”
That earns a chorus of nods and a few muttered “obviouslys” from around the room.
Sloane, who’s been sipping her wine, sets her glass down with a decisive clink. “Okay, real talk. Friends with benefits can certainly work. But only if both people are clear about what they want.”
“And really honest,” Rina adds, tapping her nails against her wine glass. “Because otherwise? It gets messy fast.”
