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Revel keeps making comments about the race scenes, because, apparently, watching a movie with a professional racer means being subjected to a running lecture on why every stunt is bullshit.

“That bike would’ve lost the rear three turns ago,” he says, pointing at the screen. “And there’s no fucking way he makes that corner at that speed.”

I look over at him. “You know it’s a movie, right?”

“Doesn’t mean they have to make it bullshit.”

“It literally does. That’s kind of what movies are for.”

He reaches for another fry, eyes still glued to the screen. “Nah, see, how he’s shifting way too early. Who the fuck taught this guy to ride?”

“Revel.”

“And that lean angle is fucking ridiculous.”

“Revel.”

“What?”

“Nobody cares.”

He finally looks at me, genuinely offended. “I care.”

“Yes, and you’ve made sure everyone on our floor knows it.” I grab the remote and turn the volume up a few clicks. “Can you just watch the hot man ride the motorcycle and stop trying to fucking coach him through the TV?”

His eyes flick from the screen to me. “You think he’s hot?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Ay, Dios mío. It’s a fucking movie, Papi. Now eat your fries and let the hot imaginary motorcycle man live.”

He settles back against the pillows with a muttered, “Still wouldn’t make that corner.”

I kick his thigh beneath the blanket and the asshole just laughs.

I shift lower against the pillows and tuck one leg beneath me.

At some point, my shoulder ends up against his arm. But neither of us moves.

Which should’ve been the first sign something is changing between us.

Normally, I’d make some comment, move away, do something to remind both of us there are rules here.

Instead, I stay exactly where I am.

Revel shifts beside me, his arm stretching along the headboard before eventually settling around my shoulders. I’m comfortable enough that I don’t bother giving him shit for it, which is probably mistake number one.

Mistake number two is how easily I settle into him.

Ay, coño.

This is exactly the kind of shit I was trying to avoid.

The sex I understand. Revel is hot, he knows he’s hot, and he’s been shamelessly hitting on me since the second he saw me. I held out longer than most women probably would’ve, so really, I deserve some fucking credit.

And today in the car?

Yeah.

I’m not touching that one right now.