Page 46 of Finding Their Place

Jealousy coursed through me at her breathy promise. I strode into my bedroom, not bothering to be quiet about shutting my door.

Wyatt had satisfied her physical needs, but her question told me all I needed to know.

He was no hookup, and that connection she’d told me she felt with him had only strengthened from their having sex. I foresaw a couple in the near future. They were both looking for more than a fuck buddy, which meant they’d eventually live together if things continued down a good path.

How long until I was once more homeless and destitute?

I crashed onto my bed, face-first into my pillow, my heart breaking over the possibilities—and none of them good.

I’d gone from a high off realizing Alec and his shit no longer had power to make me feel like an idiot to a low even deeper than when he’d kicked me out of our house.

My desire for Haley far surpassed anything I’d felt for my ex though.

She was my person, my safe place.

And Wyatt was going to steal her from me.

I dreamed about it. The grin on his face, the laughter as he hauled her away, leaving me bruised and battered on the ground, empty hands reaching out for my Hal.

A scowl etched on my face when I woke to the toilet flushing.

Five-ten, my clock read.

Had she blown him? Was he cleaning up in the bathroom, endorphins in his bloodstream keeping that grin on his face I’d had a nightmare about?

Pulse thrumming and hand shaking, I hopped out of bed and cracked open my bedroom door.

He stepped into the hallway, allowing me a brief look of his profile. My glower dissolved in an instant.

Dark mussed hair, strong nose and chin—fully dressed and ready to leave, he strode away from me. A fine as fuck ass encased in jeans, every flex of muscle woke my saliva glands. Shoulders stretched out the black shirt he wore.

He disappeared into the kitchen, and I quietly closed my bedroom door, resting my forehead on the wooden panel with a heavy sigh.

Hardly more than a glimpse, but I saw all I needed to.

Wyatt was Haley’s type to a T—and mine as well.

Maybe it was time for me to head back to the sticks of Pennsylvania and my grandparents, since nothing but heartache lay in my future.

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Haley

I never got to wrap my lips around Wyatt’s delicious dick in the morning. In fact, I didn’t even hear him leave my bed.

Blinking my eyes open revealed sunlight around my blinds and Wyatt’s absence. I stretched beneath my warm blankets, achy in the best way. Last I’d remembered, I’d been wrapped up in his arms, my face against his hard chest, his heartbeat in my ear.

He’d felt heavenly…and I missed his scent, his warm hands on my skin, and the sweet nothings about being a good girl he’d whispered in my ear as I’d drifted off.

Flying high as a soaring eagle, I grabbed my cell from my bedside table where I’d plugged it in the night before after he’d fucked me a second time into my mattress, giving me those promised climaxes.

A text already waited for me, and I quietly squealed like a crushing high schooler, depression as far from me as it had ever been.

Mr. Hot Stuff: Hope I didn’t wake you when I forced myself to leave your bed. Can’t wait to see you again.

Warm fuzzies filled me, and I messaged Wyatt back, letting him know I’d slept like the dead until six-thirty and that I felt the same.

I changed his name in my cell to Mr. Perfect.

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