Page 51 of Finding Their Place

No less beautiful, and hot as fucking hell in whatever the long T-shirt draped over her petite form was. Not a dress…

“Are you wearing a nightie?” I asked, my focus snagging on the hem which fell to mid-thigh.

Bare thigh. Golden skin. Satiny smooth, I remembered well.

“I decided I liked you enough for you to see me in all my non-dolled up glory. This is the real me poor Garrett has to live with,” she stated, waving a hand down over herself. “Not some painted version to get you to fall for me.”

“I would have fallen even if this was how you showed up at the Lounge last weekend.”

“Gag,” Garrett muttered.

Ignoring him, Haley went heart-eyed on me and hurried across the kitchen, throwing herself at me.

Water sloshed from my glass as I caught her one-armed.

“My eyes!” Garrett mocked, heading for the couch with both of their wine glasses as she planted a kiss firmly on my lips. “Either tone it the fuck down or take it to the bedroom. And please, for the love of God, keep quieter this time.”

“Shit.” Haley muttered quietly and pulled away from me, the smile in her eyes fading a bit.

“He heard, hmm?” I whispered, and she bit her lip, nodding, her gaze so damn needy.

Why did that make my dick hard?

Garrett sat with his back toward us, turning the TV on, Haley’s drink waiting for her on the coffee table.

I cradled her cheek with my free hand, wanting to give her what I could. I kissed Haley’s lip from between her teeth, sliding my tongue in for a little taste since her roommate didn’t watch us.

She moaned quietly, her hands finding my hair. “As much as I really want to drag you into my bedroom and have my filthy way with you,” she murmured with barely a hint of tone to her voice, “I’m hungry, and Garrett needs company. Long story, but he’s struggling with some shit that isn’t my place to talk about.”

“Not a problem. I don’t mind sharing you.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but I released her face before she could question if my words carried a double meaning.

Which they definitely did.

Sucks he’s not into women like that.

“So, what are we ordering?” I asked rather than giving further thought to Garrett’s sexuality. I needed to set that shit aside and focus on what Haley wanted.

She padded into the living room on bare feet to grab her cell off the coffee table.

Garrett’s gaze tracked her as she ambled past him, swiping the phone to life.

“Pizza?” she suggested while slowly walking back toward me. She scrolled her finger over the screen, but I didn’t take my gaze off the roommate who watched her like a lion stalking his prey.

“I’m good with pizza. Garrett?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he finally said, turning his attention onto the TV. “I’m not hungry.”

“You’re eating more than those damn lollipops that are going to rot your teeth,” Haley barked while glaring at the back of his head. Her mommy-like tone made me snicker.

The guy was depressed, but I wondered what else went on in that mind of his.

I joined him in the living area while Haley put through a call to order for us. A worn recliner sat adjacent the couch, and I settled onto it. Garrett didn’t track my footsteps like he had Haley. He didn’t give me a second glance.

But his knee bounced. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

He was attracted to me, no question, and I couldn’t decide if he hated that fact or me because he’d have to fight for his best friend’s attention.

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