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“You’re ridiculous.”
“Don’t underestimate the titty-power, Lark. It has been bringing men to their knees for millennia. On that note, I suddenly find myself incredibly tired. I shall retire to my fancy guest room with a loud action movie on, so I will not be able to differentiate the shouting and slamming on the TV to the groaning and headboard knocking going on in your room. G’night!” he cheered, rushing off toward the stairs.
“That was sudden,” Remy said, brows furrowing.
“He’s a character,” I said, shrugging it off.
“He asked Seeley to leave his number with the male nurse at the clinic. Or the female one. He said he wasn’t picky.”
“He’s not,” I agreed. “Hot is pretty much his type.”
“So, how do you want to do this? Alma and the ankle biters first?” he asked, waving toward the backyard.
“That sounds like a band name,” I informed him. “And, yeah, that works,” I agreed. “I’ll go grab them.”
Even as we took the dogs out in shifts for the last round of the night, all that was on my mind was Myles’s words.
About making a move.
Even though I knew it was a bad idea.
Even though it was just going to make a complicated situation even more, well, complicated.
As I was tossing the ball for a tired and mostly uninterested Lyle, though, I turned back to find Remy standing next to the pool and stripping off his shirt.
Listen.
Yes, the titty power was a thing.
But, I would argue, so was the abs and pecs power.
Because, holy shit.
I swear my entire mouth dried up instantly, making me finally understand the term “thirsty” when it came to being attracted to someone.
Remy was, quite simply, a treat to look at. What with the fine indents of muscle and the canvas of all his tattoos, I was pretty sure I would never get sick of looking at him without his shirt on.
Then, though, well, then… down went the pants too.
Leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that hid very little. Yet, somehow, far too much for my greedy ass.
I only got to stare for a minute longer, though, before, suddenly, all of it was gone, disappeared under the water of the pool.
He surfaced a few seconds later, resting his arms on the cement of the patio, facing me.
“Why don’t you come in?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure if there actually was a flirtatious tone to his words, or if my sex-starved self was just imagining it.
Either way, though, I felt myself drawn closer, almost as if there was some string attached to both of us, and he was pulling it tighter and tighter until I had no choice but to follow.
Not that I was putting up much of a resistance, mind you.
I didn’t stop until my feet touched the warm cement, still wet from Remy’s arms.
Then, well, I took my best friend’s advice.
I harnessed the titty power by slowly peeling off my shirt, revealing the barely-there skin tone balconette bra I had slipped on that morning. Then I took a second to reach upward, letting my hair free from the clip I’d had it wrapped in, then shaking out the long mass of it around my shoulders before taking that deep breath that Myles had talked about.
