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“At least he pretended to wash his hands.”
I chuckled against his lips, then sighed.
There was a beat of silence, then Tripp echoed my sigh. “That was it, wasn’t it?”
I wrapped my arms around him and tucked his head against my shoulder. “Yeah.”
He stayed there for several seconds, then lifted his head, kissed my jaw, and stepped back.
I watched as he tucked his cock back into his boxers and pulled up his pants. I quickly did the same once he placed his hand on the lock.
We were silent as we made our way to the sinks and washed our hands.
I was almost miserable as we returned to our seats and finished our beers.
My mind drifted to how right being with him felt as I drove home.
But none of that mattered. It was a one-time thing, and we both knew it. A moment of weakness and nothing more.
Chapter 11 - Tripp
~December~
“You ok?” Bryce asked as he signed for the firm’s deliveries. “You’ve seemed… tired… lately.”
“Thanks,” I grumbled.
He sighed. “Sorry, but it’s true. You’ve had circles under your eyes for a couple of weeks. And…” he pouted, “you don’t flirt with me anymore.”
I forced a smile. “Sorry, Cutie. It’s just that time of year. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. It was ten thirty when I got home last night.”
Bryce blanched. “That late?”
I nodded and leaned my elbows on the counter. “That’s the holiday shipping season for you. That’s why a temp has been picking up in the afternoon.”
He shook his head. “I knew it was busy, I guess I didn’t realize it was so bad.”
I forced a smile. “All part of the job. It was like this last year and the year before. It’ll be like this next year too.”
“Still…” he started, frown on his face.
I chuckled. “We’ve all got busy times. I bet there are days you have to stay late, too. We just all roll with it because it’s part of the job.”
“I guess…”
I stood and knocked on the counter a couple times. “Don’t worry about me. Just look forward to whatever fun plans you have this month.”
He gave me a weak smile.
“I’ve gotta keep moving,” I stated. “See you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow…”
I smiled and strolled back out to my truck. Then I let out a long sigh.
Bryce wasn’t wrong. I was exhausted, but it wasn’t because of work.
Every night—for weeks—I’d been plagued by dreams of Axel… and Ollie. They were so intense that I’d wake up with my chest hurting when I realized they weren’t in bed with me.
