Page 57 of Finding Their Place

“Yeah,” he finally said, his hand on my lower back to hold me tight. “That was definitely…a moment.”

“I loved that the two of you connected.”

“He was jealous.” A hint of cautious curiosity laced his voice, and I pulled back to better see his face.

I couldn’t make out the color of his eyes other than paler than mine, but I could see enough to read facial expressions. He didn’t smile, but Wyatt wasn’t the arrogant type or possessive. He’d left the living room when I’d all but climbed onto Garrett’s lap to offer him comfort. I’d done so on instinct, not even thinking about how my date would react.

He’d given us time alone, and I’d never been so grateful.

“Garrett means a lot to me.”

“As you do to him.”

Fuck, how I wished for more…

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” I asked while running my fingertip over Wyatt’s lower lip. An image flashed in my head of that mouth around Garrett’s dick, and I swallowed a moan as my pussy pulsed.

“He is.”

“Told you he would snag your attention.”

Wyatt nipped the pad of my finger then licked it. “I’m not going to leave you on the side of the road, even if Garrett is interested in me.”

“Oh, he’s interested alright,” I said with a smirk. “He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

Wyatt didn’t respond, just trailed his fingers up and down my spine with tender caresses like he seemed fond of doing.

“What?” I pushed when I couldn’t stand not knowing what went through his head.

“I liked how you went to him. Comforted him—like you couldn’t help yourself.”

“It’s instinct.”

“You love him.”

I nodded but couldn’t expand or deny being in love with him. What would Wyatt think about the two of us sharing him? Biting the inside of my lip didn’t offer me any answers, and without talking to Garrett first, I didn’t want to approach the subject.

“I’ll be honest since I’m aware you hate liars.” Wyatt brushed his lips over my forehead, his warm breath tickling my hair above his mouth. “I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him if I were you either.”

“He’s so fucking fine,” I muttered, loving how Wyatt didn’t care that I was attracted to my roommate—and he knew how much I appreciated hearing truth.

“If I hadn’t met you first, I’d be all over his ass given the chance.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned at the thought of the two of them together. Maybe I ought to suggest—

“You look good on him.”

Fuck. I swallowed hard.

“But even better, I love how you comfort him—the same way you do me. Gives me hope, you could say…”

“Are you fishing?” I asked with a huff of laughter.

“Yep.”

“I like you,” I admitted to what he was looking for. “A whole fucking lot.”

Wyatt rolled me beneath him, his mouth stealing my breath and fucking with my sanity. The man could kiss. Fuck, could he ever. Arousal leaked from me, from his lips and tongue on mine, his hands tangled up in my hair to hold my head where he wanted me.

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