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“Anyone home?” we hear Ryan call up the stairs.
“Shit,” I say, pulling my pants up fast and rolling to my front to hide the boner I definitely don’t want him to see. Especially not since his sister is the sole cause of it. Hannah scrambles on the floor for her shorts, tugging them on, spinning circles as she starts to freak out.
“Hannah? Cameron?” Ryan shouts.
“There’s nowhere to hide?” Hannah whispers.
“No, sit down here, trust me,” I say, patting the bed and reaching for my phone on the nightstand.
“Helloooooo?”
“We’re in here,” I yell back.
“What are you guys up to?” Ryan says, throwing my door open seconds later.
“Just watching TikToks,” I lie, quickly opening the app and jumping to my favourites. “I was about to show Hannah that guy with the chickens.”
“Oh, that’s classic, scoot up.” I move barely an inch before Ryan vaults himself onto the bed, landing between Hannah and I.
Mac'n'Please
Laundry Day
No, I wasn’t expecting to get my dick sucked in the laundry room today. Were you expecting that? Or were you gonna jump the first guy who came in?
Hey, no judgement here! We all have needs.
You, what? You have a crush… on me?
Yeah, I’ve noticed you around. Kind of had a little thing for you, too.
Please, how could you know that? Are you a witch?
Listen, can I take you upstairs? I’m not the kind of guy why doesn’t return the favour.
I’m also not a guy who needs time to recover.
Leave the laundry, I’ll come and grab it after.
Chapter 30
Hannah
Cameronpositionshimselfwithone leg on either side of the picnic bench and pulls me in between his thighs, hooking both of my legs over his. I love the way he touches me, and I’m riding a high after our stolen time together yesterday. Though I could have done without the heart-attack caused by my brother nearly walking in on me spanking his best friend’s backside until it turned bright red.
“I love this,” he says, thumb brushing against the back of my neck.
“What?”
“This. Being here with you. This view. This pizza. I could do this every day and be happy.”
“Oh, I’m glad I rank higher than the pizza,” I laugh, taking another bite. He’s not wrong though, it’s cheesy and gooey, and exactly what I needed after a morning skiing.
“You taste better too,” he says with a wink, and that low, swooping heat rushes through my body immediately. “I’m serious, though. I don’t want this to end.”
The heat turns prickly, the feelings I’ve been shoving down bubbling to the surface.
“It has to though,” I sigh. “I don’t live here. I’m going back to London and you’re going back to L.A.”
