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We go around, piling food into little mounds onto our plates.

“You gonna eat all that?” he asks me in disbelief eyeing my plate piled high.

“Yes—are you judging me?”

“No, I’m impressed is all.”

“Don’t come between a girl and her Thanksgiving feast.” I shrug and sashay from the kitchen. I hear him groan and feel his gaze zeroed in on my ass.

It’s a little too fun torturing him when he can look but not touch.

Since everyone else is seated already this means I end up beside Hollis and I groan internally. He issogoing to try to get me back for my little show in the kitchen.

My mom asks the guys about their music, listening intently as they explain their sound and vibe.

“We want our music to mean something,” Hollis tells her and I bite my liphardas his hand snakes its way up my thigh.

Thank God I’m wearing jeans and not a skirt or dress. Otherwise, he might not leave this house alive.

I kick his foot with mine and he squeezes my thigh in response.

He’s in so much trouble for this.

“I think that’s amazing,” my mom says in response. “Music without meaning is just sound.”

Beneath the table I shove Hollis’s hand off of me.

He continues talking and eating like nothing is happening.

Oh buddy—if you play with fire you’re going to get burned.

I let a few minutes pass and when he goes to take a sip of water, I place my hand on his jeans, right over his dick. I stroke it and he starts to choke.

“You okay?” Noah asks him.

“I’m fine,” he replies, and I can’t help the laugh that bursts from me at how high his voice has become. I find his zipper, easing it down slowly.

I smile triumphantly when his hand closes around my wrist stopping me.

“Don’t even think about it,” he whispers under his breath.

“You started it,” I remind him, barely moving my lips.

He releases my hand and I go back to eating my second roll—carbs are life.

His knife drops on the floor and he bends to retrieve it.

I jolt in my seat when he caresses my leg before sitting up once more.

This is going to be the longest dinner of both of our lives. I’m sure of it.

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An hour later,I’m hot and bothered—Hollis more so—as I clear the table, bringing the dishes to the kitchen.

The rule is the guys have to wash and dry everything. Once I drop the last of the cutlery in the sink, I dash out of there as fast as I can. I know Hollis won’t do anything in front of everyone, but my God I can’t even look at him right now without wanting to combust.

Addie heads upstairs to her room and I join my mom in the family room.

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