Page 62 of Finding Their Place

Her hand stayed put, thumb absently rubbing over my abs while her exhales heated my back. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” I moved off to the side, making her release her possessive hold over my body. If only I could do the same with my heart as easily.

She took the coffee I held out to her and closed her eyes while sniffing the rising steam. “For flaunting what I have with him while you’re depressed over Alec.”

“I’m hardly depressed over that fucker.”

Haley lifted her sleepy focus off her coffee. Hair rumpled from sleep and a good romp between the sheets the night before…she’d never looked so hot. No makeup. Flushed cheeks.

“What?” she asked.

“Hmm?” I tore my focus off her mouth—and the lingering redness from scruff. I hated that it hadn’t been mine that had marked her up.

But…I think I’d have been as equally content watching it happen too.

The fuck is wrong with me? I should be jealous—

“You’re staring at me really funny.”

Forcing a grin, I lifted my coffee and sipped. “Yeah, seeing what the two of you have found makes me envious as fuck. What red-blooded man wouldn’t be? But I’m happy for you, Hal. Really. Hang onto that man and ride the fuck out of him.”

She laughed lightly, her entire face lighting up.

“Don’t even,” I bit out, having realized what I’d said. “I don’t want details.”

Fuck, did I ever.

“TMI from my lips would tent those shorts and make your hole ache to be filled.”

“Bitch,” I grumbled while she laughed.

“Sorry—”

“No.” I cut her off, my chest squeezing tight. “Don’t be. You won’t hurt my feelings.”

Just my balls.

“I want you thoroughly content and satisfied with your life, Hal, and if that’s Wyatt, then I’ll share.”

“Share, huh?”

Heat rushed to my face. “You know what I mean.”

Haley moved in, clasped the back of my neck, and pulled my head down.

I bent low, giving her my forehead like she usually went for, but she dipped and pressed her lips firmly on mine.

My heart seized, but she stepped away before my brain could respond.

“I love you, Garrett. So damn much. I just want you to be happy too.”

“Love you, Hal,” I croaked out—and turned away fast as fuck before she saw the thickening in my shorts. “Gotta…do some shit,” I lied, heading back the hallway.

I didn’t have a goddamn thing to do all day but sit and pine for what I couldn’t have.

“I’m hopping in the shower,” she called after me.

As if I needed yet another image in my head.

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