“What do you mean?” Seth asked his buddy Drake.
I stood still, not wanting to make any movement so they didn’t see I was behind them.
“She’s fine as hell.”
“Dude, she’s eighteen.”
“Still legal. And that ass … You hittin’ that?”
“What?” Seth snapped.
“If you’re not, I might wanna go.”
Seth stood, anger lacing his features. His partner, Gibbs, pushed at his chest, and before Seth could respond, he saw I was behind them. Our eyes locked, and it was as though the music stopped and time stood still. My traitorous-self wanted Seth to utter the words, “She’s mine.” He didn’t, though. Instead, Joss returned, and a new game was started.
“I’m gonnashower and go to bed,” Joss said the moment we walked in the door.
Seth and I shared a look. This was my last night before leaving. And God knew how long it would be before I saw them again. “I’ll shower after you,” I stated.
“You can use my shower, Kitty Cat.”
Butterflies. So many damn butterflies.
“Oh-kay,” my voice cracked.
As I grabbed my clothes from the room I shared with Joss, my mind was going a million miles an hour. I was about to shower in Seth’s shower. Seth’s shower where he showered naked. All those muscles and Seth just standing under the hot water with suds—
“Hurry up, Kitty Cat. I want to shower too.”
“Keep your pants on!” I shouted. Or don’t.Fuck, Cat. Get it together.
Joss closed the door to the hall bathroom as I made my way to Seth’s room. It smelled like mahogany and teakwood.It smelled like him.I quickly showered, not wanting to be in there long, because the longer I was in there, the more I thought about Seth naked. My hormones were something else.
When I exited the steamy room, dressed in pajama shorts and a T-shirt, Seth was sitting at the end of his bed, waiting. “Want to watch a movie?”
“Sure,” I replied without thinking. I didn’t care that it was almost three in the morning. This was my last few hours of spending time with him before I had to go home.
“Pick it out, and we’ll watch it in here so we don’t wake Joss.” My eyes shot to the mattress behind him.Watch a movie with Seth in his bed?Before I could respond, he added, “And notMiss Congeniality 2. No girly bullshit.”
I laughed. “Fine.”
As Seth was showering, I rummaged through his collection of DVD’s. He had every Harry Potter movie that was currently out, and since I hadn’t seen Goblet of Fire, I grabbed it. Just as I was about to walk back to his room, I glanced at the framed picture of me, Seth and Joss that was sitting on the end table next to the couch. We’d taken it a few years back. I was going to miss my friends.
I sat on his bed, the movie paused at the beginning and ready to start. Seth emerged from the connecting bathroom—shirtless. The entire time I’d been visiting I hadn’t seen him without a shirt on. I didn’t know what he slept in because every time I saw him in the mornings he was dressed and ready to go to work, and if he didn’t have to work, he was in pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. My mouth started to water—another reaction that had never happened to me before, but man, being a cop looked good on him. He obviously worked out to keep up with the bad guys, and I wasn’t complaining one bit.
“You’re staring again, Kitty Cat,” he said, rubbing a towel on his head.
“I can’t help it,” I blurted out before I realized what the hell I’d said.
He smiled, and that just made the entire situation worse. “What movie did you pick?”
Right. Movie. “Harry Potter.” I held the case up so he could see which Harry Potter I meant.
“You’ve seen the other three?”
“Yep.”
“Okay. Well, let’s get to it.” I watched from the end of the bed as Seth turned off the light and then climbed onto the bed next to me. “You gonna sit up the entire time or what? I won’t bite.”
