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We’d exchanged numbers before, but I hadn’t programmed Cassian’s name into his contact yet. I did that now.

Cassian: This is how you affect me.

The next text showed Cassian’s dick, hard and straining under his sweatpants.

The second picture was of his hand gripping himself.

Cassian: Have fun. Think of me too.

I moaned under my breath, swaying a little on my feet.

“Cass?” Lee asked, his head resting against the headboard.

I thumbed off a response, and immediately set it aside, then crawled to straddle Lee when it beeped a response.

Cole: Next time you need to sleep over with us and it’ll be my hand wrapped around your cock. Night… (winking emoji)

“Do I want to know?” Lee ran his hands up my sides.

I shook my head, cupping the sides of his face before I kissed him, pressing down on him, feeling his own hard-on underneath me. I didn’t think we were going to get any sleep tonight. I was fine with that.

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We woke up late the next morning, and after a trip to the bathroom for both of us, Lee and I made out before we went to the kitchen, still in our pajamas. I brewed some coffee and he made some breakfast, which consisted of pulling out two boxes of cereal, bowls, and oat milk. After that, we went back to his bed and kissed a whole bunch more. He was grinding on top of me, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as we were kissing the whole time. I loved it. I loved it so much that it was almost scary. After we both came, he collapsed, panting on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist, and I wanted him to stay on top of me for as long as possible.

I might’ve dozed. I’m not sure, but it was sometime later when his phone started buzzing.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into my throat, nuzzling there before groaning and lifting his head. He reached for his phone, looked at the screen, and cursed before he untangled himself and rolled to land on the bed beside me. “The gang usually shows up in the afternoon. Are you okay with that?”

“The gang?” I tensed.

“Hmmm.” He’s typing away on his phone, distracted. “Some of my friends from Ravens and some peeps like Cassian come over sometimes. Nimrod. Emcee.”

“Claudia?”

His head turned my way sharply. “No. Claudia’s never welcome here again. She knows that.”

I burrowed further into his shoulder. “It’s fine. I have to work anyway.”

“What?” He lifted his arm and I fit in more snug to his side. Raising himself up so he was resting on his elbow, he looked down at me. “When’s your shift?”

“One to six. Sometimes she wants us to stay later for inventory.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Can you have company when you’re doing inventory?”

My throat hitched. “What?”

“What?”

“You…” A small lump formed in my throat. I cleared it, asking throatily, “You’d want to do that?”

“Fuck yeah. I like you. I like your company. I really like kissing you. Unless it’s too much for you? You need some space? That’s cool too.”

His phone buzzed at that moment.

My gaze fell to it and my bottom lip curved down. “What about your friends?”

“What about them?”