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Plenty of time.

“Let me brush my teeth.”

We both got up and went to the bathroom. Justin stood there brushing his teeth over the sink, no shirt, bare perfectly defined chest, blue pajama bottoms with a hard outline in the front that I liked very much. I smiled around my toothbrush.

I could not get enough of him.

Opting for these sleepovers instead of actually sleeping was starting to affect my work. I’d been over here so much I’d only slept in the bed at the Toilet King studio three times since the first night I came over.

He made my lunch every day—enormous, chaotic bags of snacks and sandwiches. He always made one for Maddy too. He kept trying to get me to stay for one of his breakfasts, but that meant eating with the kids, so I never did. I bet they were good though.

I rinsed my toothbrush and trained my gaze on the front of his pants.

He spit. “Uh, my eyes are up here.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, not looking up.

“That’s it. I’m cutting you off.”

I gasped. “What? Why?”

He gave me a fake stern look. “You need to stop using me like a piece of meat. It’s dehumanizing. I’m serious.”

I cracked up and he crashed into me and walked me backward to the bed, laughing. He slid over me on the mattress and kissed me, his smile so big I could feel it against my mouth.

I loved this. Everything about it.

I loved that he always made me laugh. I loved that no matter what we were doing, it was fun. I loved that I slept so well when he was next to me, and I felt safe and cared for and wanted.

And I really, really loved the sex.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I breathed.

“Stay here. I’ll hide you in my closet.”

“Ha.”

He nipped at my lip. “My secret girlfriend. Comes and goes under the cloak of darkness.”

I snorted.

“We are trying this out to see if it works,” I whispered. “Your siblings don’t need to get attached to someone who might…”

He pulled away with an arched eyebrow. “Someone who might what?”

I gave him a look. “You know what I mean.”

“I do not know what you mean,” he said, smiling. “Because I like you more than like, so it doesn’t matter if your people get attached to me. I’m not going anywhere.” He caged me between his forearms and kissed under my chin. “If you came during normal business hours, I’d make you breakfast…”

I pretended to think about it. “I do like your food.”

Wailing started a few bedrooms over. We both froze.

Chelsea.

And she was coming. The sound was floating down the hall.

“Shit,” I whispered.