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“So was I,” she mutters, but I catch her chance another glance at the front of my underwear. Ridiculous, but it strokes my ego. I wish she’d stare a little longer, actually. Or maybe I’m glad she doesn’t because I take the opportunity to look at herunapologetically.
“Hey, did you get los—” Coy’s voice interrupts my ogling of his girlfriend. “Oh, Sean. You’re here. In my room. Without your pantson.”
My gaze snaps over to his and I use my hands to cover the front of my boxers. Not that my dick hasn’t retreated on his own, self-preservation and all. “Sorry, I caught Jess struggling with the boxes in the hallway and grabbed a few forher.”
“Right.” He laughs but there’s not a trace of a smile on his lips. “Maybe don’t make this a habit? The no clothespart.”
“No disrespect, man.” I hold up my hands and take a few steps toward the door. Jess’ eyes are wide and she’s back to biting the inside of her lip. It’d be sexy if she didn’t appear so nervous. I realize I’m probably the source of her discomfort. “I’ll put on some clothes. I can help you with therest—”
“Not necessary. We got it,man.” Maybe I only imagine it, but Coy’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes; in fact, his left one twitches a fewtimes.
Shit. And just like that we’re off on the wrong foot. I don’t say another word and high tail it back to my room. Jess might be gorgeous, and I might feel something for her—a pull I can’t quite explain—but I have no intention of going after her. She’s with Coy. It’s thatsimple.
Or isit?
