Page 18 of Finding Their Place

She promised it would.

7

Haley

I sat curled up on my bed rather than in my usual corner of the couch while messaging with Wyatt.

Garrett lounged in the living room watching a movie, and even though he knew I’d started up a conversation with a potential guy on Missing Link, I wanted to keep Wyatt and all things about him to myself for a while.

Whatever had happened between Garrett and Alec had definitely fucked with his head. I had shown my roommate Wyatt’s photo before poking him back. Garrett drooled over my cell, same as I had—then went on to state he was done with dick for the foreseeable future.

He’d refused to open up beyond that statement, but I knew it had to do with his ex.

I’d gone back to studying Wyatt’s pic, allowing Garrett his secret. Dark hair and light eyes always did shit to my insides, and Wyatt had worn a blue shirt in his pic that made those orbs of his pop. Add in black, thick lashes, and I knew I would sit and stare at him in person given the chance.

And those lips…don’t even get me started. Bowed on top, slightly plumper than the bottom—I wanted them on mine, licking and nibbling, blowing my goddamn mind.

We definitely clicked through messaging, and I allowed myself a bit of hope that he wasn’t like the other assholes I’d found on dating sites before Lily had moved out.

I was ready to end my dry spell, and after an hour of back and forth banter, I was interested in giving him a chance.

Even if Wyatt wasn’t as hot in person as his pic suggested or he turned out to not be the world’s greatest kisser like I hoped for, we seemed to get along great and had a lot in common too.

But I still wanted that phone conversation first.

At the end of our messaging, I gave him my cell number, and we agreed to chat the next night—and meet up for a date Sunday if things continued to run smoothly. We’d gone from an agreement of a few weeks of taking things super slow to a date in less than forty-eight hours, but I had a good feeling about Wyatt.

“So how’d it go with Mr. Hot Stuff?” Garrett asked as soon as I sank onto the couch beside him.

I had a nickname habit—and I’d given Wyatt one the second I’d seen his profile pic.

“Mr. Hot Stuff seems like a sweetheart, but time will tell.”

“Did you let him past those ten foot high walls you’ve got around your heart, or did you keep things on a superficial level?”

I curled up against Garrett, and the stench of the diner he worked at hit my nose. “Ugh. You stink.”

Same damn thing I’d said when he’d first gotten home.

“I still haven’t showered yet—I wanted to be available the second you finished up your conversation in case you needed an ear.”

God, did I love him.

Rather than snuggling in closer, I leaned away and elbowed his arm. “Shower. Then talk. I need my koala, and I’m not getting any closer until you wash that stench off your skin.”

“Thought you liked my skin.” He smirked, running a hand over his bare, ripped as hell abs.

“Asshole.” I poked said muscles, swallowing a mouthful of drool. “Shower. Now.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“I’ll be your mommy, boy…but you might not enjoy my heavy hand.” I gave him shit right back.

He snorted out a laugh while standing and striding through the hallway toward the bathroom we shared. “Strap on a rubber cock, and I just might let you be my sugar momma since I’m no longer interested in men with real dicks.”

Arousal, hot and combustible, shot through my core at his joking, and I couldn’t find a comeback before he shut himself away.

Closing my eyes, I slumped back on the couch and groaned. “Oh my fucking god, that man will be the death of me,” I muttered.

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