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He’s a nutcase.
Snatching my underwear from his twirling fingertip, I quickly step into them, pull them up, and smooth down my shirt and hair.
“Uh… you can come in now,” I croak.
Carly skips into the room, her smile obnoxious and sleezy. “That sounded so hot.” She sits her arse on the breakfast barstool, as if I’m about to dish up a feast with a side of sexual gossip.
I gape at her.
“I knew it! I knew something was going on.” She picks up an apple from the fruit bowl, tosses it into the air, and catches it before spinning her chair to face Derek. “What did I say, huh?”
He presses his lips together, shrugs, and opens his hands, ready to take a catch.
Carly takes a bite then tosses it his way.
Are you kidding me? They’re playing catch right after listening to my pound-town session. Who does that?
I can’t look at them. I can’t look at Will. I can’t even be in this room right now.
“Be right back,” I mumble and hightail it out of there.
After heading straight for my bathroom, I close the door, grab a handful of toilet paper, and clean myself up.
“Lib,” Carly says. She knocks on my door. “You okay?”
I take in my reflection in the mirror, cheeks as red as my hair, and burst into laughter. “Yes.”
The door creaks open, and I bury my head in my hands and peek at her through my spread fingers. “Oh my God!”
“You can say that again.” She bites her lip. “So Will…? What? How? When?”
“It’s a long story.”
“Best you tell me before I punch you in the tit.”
I wash my hands and attempt to fix my hair.
“You look like a slutty Troll Doll.”
“Stop it.” I laugh. “I do not.”
“Do.” Carly leans against the doorframe, crosses her arms over her chest, and points at my girly bits. “What I want to know is how the fuck does he fit in there?”
I look down then back up again. “I have no idea.” Drying my hands on the towel, I add, “But he does. Perfectly.”
“I heard,” she drawls.
We both head into my bedroom and sit down on the bed.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I say. “But you had a lot going on with Derek, and I didn’t want to add to that.”
“Libby, I’m your best friend. When there’s a new cock in your life, you need to tell me.”
“I know.” I grab my seashell cushion and hug it to my chest. “We just had a few things to sort out first.”
“Things?” She touches my hand. “Does he know?”
“About my illness? Yes.”
