Page 16 of Crave

“Or, you know, however many guys are on your team.”

He leans against the shower wall, shaking with laughter. “Try fifty.”

“Fifty?”I gape.

“You’ve never bothered to come to a game, have you? Never watched me. Never fact-checked your own fantasy.”

“All right! I’ll come, I’ll cheer for you. And tonight was infinitely better than giving head to fifty guys. But I never gaveyouan actual blow job. We’ll have to fix that…soon.”

I draw a line with my wet fingertip over his abs, tickling his belly button. He turns around and catches my hands.

“I didn’t think you’d ever see me this way.”

“What way?”

“As a guy. As more than a friend.”

“I do now.” I hug him tight and rest my head on his shoulder. Slowly, his arms come up to surround me. As if, even after everything we did tonight, he can’t believe this is truly happening. “Look, I don’t really date, but I want to do more-than-friend things with you. A lot more.”

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I do too.”

“Are you sure? Do you have any idea what you’re in for?”

He grins. “After tonight, I have a few ideas. Do you know what you’re in for, Alana?”

I look at his familiar face, his dark curls slicked back with water. And I realize that I don’t know. I have no fucking clue what I’m in for with Damian.

All I know is that he’s full of surprises.

“I’m in for all of you.” I pull his head down for a kiss. “I want all the things you are.”

TROUBLE

Getting dumped is never fun.

But when it’s two months before your wedding, it does strange things to a girl.

Which might explain why, late on this hot July night, I’m crouched on the carpet of my old bedroom.

The lights are off, and my nose is pressed to the window. I’m staring at the square of light next door. I’m wearing a tiny tank top and shorts that haven’t made an appearance since high school.

And I’m drooling over the sculpted male chest that’s framed in that lighted window.

Jake’s chest.

This is wrong.

A week ago, I was trying on my wedding dress and making plans for the future with my fiancé, Kevin. Now I’m camped out at my parents’ house, licking my wounds.

Squirming on my carpet in the dark.

Ogling Jake Benson.

He’s a grown man. When did that happen? He must be past twenty-one now.

I grab the curtain to pull it shut. It’s Jake’s choice to flaunt his abs through the open window. To stand there unconcerned, the lamplight glowing on his lean, beautiful body. But he doesn’t know I’m spying on him.

I used to babysit Jake, for God’s sake. Back when being five years older than him meant that I was in charge.

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