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His hand is making inroads onto my thighs, and we’re both starting to breathe harder. I want to get carried away by Tucker—straight to my bed.
But I can’t. Because I need to sort this out with Evan and Christopher.
Yet I hear a moan spill off my lips when Tucker brushes his thumb over the seam of my jeans, his lips pressing hot kisses to my throat.
Then he pulls back. “Not yet, my little witch. You need to go find the guys and talk this out, just like you and I did.”
That he’s willing to acknowledge that it’s important, that they’re important, causes tears to well up in my eyes. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course. If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want. I want you.”
“And them.”
“And them.” I run my thumb across his bottom lip. He kisses it. “I talked to my brother after I left Christopher’s, and hepointed out there is a downside to living with three other people. Dirty dishes, lots of socks.”
Tucker laughs softly. “Don’t look at me. I’m tidy as fuck.”
“I just mean that I think we should focus on having fun for right now.”
“I’m a sucker for fun.” But even as he says it, Tucker stands up and holds his hand out for me. “Come on. Let’s go back to Christopher’s. Maybe you can get fucked tonight, after all. Since that’s clearly what you wanted.”
My nipples instantly harden. “I really hope so. But I have a better idea.” I pull my phone out. “I’m going to invite them over here. I think we should be on my turf this time.”
CHAPTER 36
Evan
Sitting in my apartment,I’m debating going back to Christopher’s.
It was honestly uncharacteristic of me to leave like that, but I felt shitty about what happened with Finley. I should have anticipated how she would feel. That whole conversation could have gone much differently. It should have gone differently.
I pull out my phone to text him, and I see I have a text from Finley.
Tucker came over. We talked things through. Want to do the same with you and Christopher. Can you come to my house?
My shoulders release. I let out a deep breath.
It’s going to be okay. This is all going to get sorted out.
Hell, yeah. Be there in thirty.
Bring food. I was promised dinner.
That makes me laugh.
Pad Thai okay?
Yes.
She adds a kiss emoji.
That means more to me than just about anything. I know this now. We will fix this, meet each other where we need to be met.
I call Christopher. He answers immediately.
“Hey, you okay?”
