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Grace isn’t asleep or gone when I open the bathroom door. She’s sitting up in bed, the sheets pooled around her waist, waiting for me.
God, why do her tits have to be so fucking perfect? How in the world does she look like a four-course meal while also managing to look shy and a little nervous at the same time?
“I wore your clothes today after my shower,” she says when I just stand there staring at her, doing my best to keep my eyes above her chin but failing miserably.
“Sorry I missed that,” I tell her with complete honesty.
Every time she grabbed something of mine, and I saw the way it shielded her smaller body, I had that caveman urge to make her mine. And I did, over and over and over. It got to the point where I’d pounce if she just picked my discarded shirt off the floor with the intention to cover that delectable body of hers.
God, how I wish she was wearing something of mine now. I’d push it up just high enough so I could get my mouth on her nipples.
“I can put it back on,” she teases, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop a smile.
I shake my head, but I don’t know what I’m answering. I think I’m half-telling her to not get dressed and the other part, the one swimming in my head, is wanting her to know that this is a very bad idea. Just her being here has the power to make me doubt the plans we’ve set forth.
I walk closer to the bed, unsure if I should climb inside or not.
“Are you here because you changed your mind about the threesome?”
She cocks an eyebrow in challenge, and I hate that I can read her mind and intentions with just one look.
“No. In fact, I think I found some prime candidates on this dating app. Look, but be aware there are a lot of dick pics in the messages.”
I take the phone, my blood heating at the thought of her messaging other guys the entire time I was gone today. The first thing I see is her profile picture.
“Are you trying to attract freaks? Why in the world did you take a picture of your feet?”
She chuckles. “It seemed like the most innocent. I wasn’t going to put my face or some other part of my body on there.”
“You’re going to get nothing but weirdos who like fucking feet, Grace.”
“Okay,” she says, drawing out the word as if she didn’t even take this into consideration. “I can change it, but I also think it’s a little crappy to complain about someone else’s kinks when I uploaded the app to find a guy interested in a threesome.”
“You don’t need the fucking app, Grace,” I snap as I hand her back the phone, debating if I should have Max research each of the guys who sent those nasty pictures without being prompted. I’d like nothing more than to track them down and beat some fucking manners into them.
“I don’t need it? So you’ve decided not to be involved? Or are you saying you don’t want to share me?”
I glare at her, wondering if this will be the moment that I can finally put an end to all of this, but my heart kicks at the thought of her being out of my life forever. Leaving now would change nothing. I’d still pine for her. I’d still wonder what our life would be like together, and that’s not where we need to be when she walks away.
“I’m still going to do it, but I’ve picked the guy.”
“You have?” she asks, her face tilting to the side like she can’t believe I’ve already made steps to go through with it.
“It’s going to be Ugly.”
She swallows, and I expect her to back down, to say no way, but then a slow smile spreads across her face, and I know she’s not done challenging me.
“I think Ugly is a great choice.”
Just thinking that she could be interested in my friend makes me want to breathe fire and burn this place down around all of us.
“When?”
“Excuse me?” I ask because I was so stuck in my head, I missed what she said.
“Do we call him in here now?”
I shake my head, an automatic response. “In a week.”
“I have to wait a week?” She attempts to pout, but I can see the relief on her face. I know there’s a chance of her actually following through right now, and although that’s the end goal, I don’t think she could walk away with no regrets. I want to break this bond we have together. It’s not my intention to leave her broken. I just want to move past her, not ruin her.
“Do you think you’re ready right now?”
