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But I am standing here nose-drunk on his soap, whimpering like a puppy, and actively losing IQ points.
I suddenly remember my phone and text Bobbie.
Meet me at the Treehouse stat!
WHAA?!!!
I need cheese and alcohol to get through this explanation.
I head to the locker room and grab my stuff. Then walk up the street to drop everything at the apartment and continue toward a vibe bar with amazing pizza and better booze.
Because this?
This is going to need both.
Chapter fourteen
Brooks, Monday 07:45 p.m.
I'm going to lose my shit.
He walked up to her he had the right.
Like she was available.
Like I wasn't watching.
Then he touched her.
That was it.
I growled.
Didn't think.
Didn't blink.
I crossed the room before anyone could stop me.
The only reason he's still breathing is because he gave me something, an opening.
A reason to step in.
A reason to touch her.
To press my hand to her lower back and hear her breath hitch.
To show her what it feels to be wanted right.
She's not mine.
Not yet.
But I don't need a title to make a claim.
She'll figure that out soon enough.
Chapter fifteen
