Page 30 of Just Exes

I pack the bag, throw it over my shoulder, and say good-bye to my dad on my way out.

Lauren is skipping down the stairs with her keys in her hand while I head to my truck. She’s sporting tight-ass yoga pants and a tank top that shows off her generous cleavage. Her tits have grown since high school, just like my hands—although they’d still cup them perfectly.

How many other ways has her body changed?

Is her pussy still as tight?

Are her weak spots still the same?

She stops and looks at me before I make it to my truck. “Your stuff is still in the closet.”

I drag a hand through my hair. “I haven’t had the chance to clear it out yet. It’ll be gone by the weekend.”

She crosses her arms, emphasizing her cleavage, and leans back against her car. “The loft was never going up for rent, was it?”

“Does it matter?”

A smile tilts at her lips. “I guess not, considering it’s now my place of residence.” She points to my bag. “Going somewhere?”

I hold it up. “I have a date.”

What are your plans for tonight?is the question I want to ask her, but I don’t.

“A date.” She clears her throat, her face expressionless. “Well, you, uh … have fun with that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll have a blast,” I say with a wink.

No, I won’t.

* * *

“So, you’re Kyle’s partner?”my date asks.

Her name is Susie … Sandy … something along those lines. I feel like an asshole for not paying attention to a word she’s said all night. I’m comparing everything she does to Lauren, something I haven’t done in years.

After we broke up, it was all I did with every woman I attempted to move on with. I compared the way they ate, how they talked, how they sucked my dick, the taste of their pussy. No one ever came close to her. Eventually, I stopped myself … until now.

Kyle was right, goddamn it.

Letting her move in was a dumbass idea, but I can’t ask her to leave now.

“A man in uniform has always been a turn-on for me,” she goes on, her dark purple lips curving into a flirty smile. “Your place or mine for a nightcap?” she asks after I pay the bill.

“Yours.”

Kyle grins and slaps my shoulder in celebration. “Attaboy.”

My best friend was pro-Lauren years ago. He might hate her more than I do now. He blames her for my leaving, for his losing his best friend, for our falling out of touch. I’ve tried talking sense into him. She didn’t force me to bail on everyone and everything I ever knew.

I was a big boy.

I made that decision.

And, now, I’m deciding to fuck Lauren Barnes out of my system.

* * *

I should’ve drunk more.

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