Page 5 of Say Yule Stay
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LACEY
Ididn’t realize how much I missed my brother’s best friend until I ended up in his front yard.
I also didn’t realize that pesky little crush I’ve harbored my entire life would come back with a vengeance.
“This is the bedroom,” he says, pushing the door open to reveal a large room with dark blue walls and a massive bed in the middle.
“This is the only bedroom?” I ask, my heart rate kicking up a notch at the implication that there’s only one bed in this house.
“Yeah, I turned the other room into my gym and office.” Rubbing the back of his neck, he adds, “I don’t get a lot of company.”
“That makes sense. Just hook me up with a pillow and a couple of blankets and I’ll make myself at home on the couch.”
The words are flippant as I try to keep the disappointment from my tone. It’s ridiculous, really—thinking that Walker and I would just crawl into bed together when we’ve never even gotten close to crossing that line.
He frowns.
“What? No, I can sleep on the couch or…” He pauses as he looks around the room without meeting my gaze.
“Or what?”
“We’re adults; we can share a bed, right? It’s a king so there’s plenty of room.” His eyes are narrowed as he stares at the mattress, as if the light gray comforter is going to bestow some kind of wisdom onto him.
“Think you can keep your hands to yourself?” I tease, bumping my hip against his.
“Do you want me to?” he fires back, those dark gray eyes sparkling as he gives me a thorough once-over.
It’s the kind of look that feels like a physical caress, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of Walker’s hands on me.
I’ve never let myself stray too far into a fantasy with the man in front of me before. It’d be too easy to give in to temptation—to let a lingering glance or touch turn into something more.
Undoubtedly, the sex would be life-altering.
But the consequences would be too great.
And I’d never forgive myself for coming between Walker and Murphy.
Coming notcum?—
“I guess we’ll see tonight.” Thankful my tone is flippant, I throw him a wink and sashay back out of the room before one of us does something we regret.
WALKER
I must beout of my god damn mind playing with fire like that.
Seriously, of all the women on the planet, Lacey Brock is the last person I should be sharing a bed with.
Idefinitelyshouldn’t be intentionally checking her out.
And I absolutely shouldn’t be thinking about her naked, writhing against my sheets as I fuck her into the mattress.
Son of a bitch.
“Is it okay if I take a nap?” Lacey says, pulling me back to reality as she covers a yawn. Thank God because that was a hell of a spiral that neither of us needs right now.
Murphy has never given me thedon’t mess around with my sistertalk but then again, maybe he never thought he’d have to. Lacey and I are both adults, sure, but that doesn’t mean we should jump into bed together, clothed or not.
