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Fuck, I couldn’t think too long on that shit.

Made my insides twist up tight.

By eleven that night, I’d grown stiff and aching from slouching on the couch with Blaine drooling on my thigh. When I shifted to ease from beneath him, he woke and flopped over.

“Sorry,” I muttered over disturbing his slumber, standing and stretching out my back.

“S’okay. Time is it?”

“After eleven.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed his eyes and rolled to perch on the edge of the couch. Dropping his hands, he peered up at me, shoulders rounded, hunched over.

“Okay?” I asked, my concern overriding the thought of how close his mouth was to my cock.

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat and stood, forcing me to take a couple steps away. “Can I…uh…” His motion toward my bedroom door let me know what he couldn’t find the words for.

“I meant what I’d said.” I laced my fingers through his, clicked off the TV with my free hand, and led him across the living room. “You’re welcome in my bed whenever the hell you want, B.”

He shuffled into my bathroom while I tossed the throw pillows onto the floor and pulled back the comforter Lily had righted earlier that morning. Usually, I slept in the pitch black, but knowing Blaine’s preference for a night-light, I dimmed the overheads as low as they would go—same as I’d done the night before after he and Lily had passed out in my bed.

Blaine stumbled from the bathroom minutes later, bleary-eyed and haggard as hell.

I hurried past him to do my business, wanting to crawl in beside him before sleep claimed him again.

He lay like a lump in the middle of my mattress when I came out of the bathroom, and I slid beneath the blankets, being the big spoon—but keeping my groin well away from his boxer-covered ass while settling my arm over his waist.

A heavy sigh left him lax against me, and I closed my eyes, breathing in the subtleness of his woodsy bodywash and the scent of his skin beneath I would know anywhere. Eyes closed. All Blaine.

Mine.

Fuck, how I wished.

My throat tightened, and I pressed my lips against his hair. “Sleep, baby,” I murmured, sure he already did.

23

LILY

Haley had been home when I dragged my ass in after the longest shift ever. My legs were rubber, my core still ached, but my heart bounced in my chest, same as it’d done earlier that morning when I’d rushed home to change for work.

My cousin hadn’t been home to grill me for deets, otherwise, I’d have been late for sure. She’d texted me begging for details about my date with the bossy asshole, but I simply replied with a Later.

There was too much to tell, and I didn’t even bother ringing her over my break since she worked that afternoon too.

Grey had called me beautiful perfection and Blaine had agreed while snuggling me between the two of them. Warmth tingled through me regardless of how often I reminded myself to not let my feelings get ahead of my thoughts.

Still, giddiness kept me awake all day, but the second I sat with a glass of wine in my hand, Haley peering at me impatiently and waiting for me to spill my guts, exhaustion slammed into me.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Haley poked me with her toe from where she lounged in the couch’s opposite end. I could feel the anticipation radiating off her. “Spill the goods. Details about the details. I want it all. Obviously, that bossy fucker had his way with you…”

“Mind-blowing.” I sighed the inadequate description, resting my head against the back of the couch.

“More,” she demanded.

“I don’t even have the words, Haley.”

“Fucking find them. I’m dying over here!”

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