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He surprises me by drawing closer. His hand moves to my face, brushing my hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek. It feels nice, and my stomach flutters at the gesture. Grady’s big eyes—the same color as Jace’s—roam my face like he’s looking at me for the first time. Really looking at me.
I study his face too. He has a sharper jawline now. The stubble on his cheek is dark, and I itch to touch it. To see if it’s scratchy or soft. He’s grown bigger in the past four years; his chest is wider, and even his hands are huge.
When his eyes land on my lips, I unconsciously wet them. He’s always had kissable lips. Is he going to kiss me? Do I want him to? My breathing becomes more rapid as my lips part.
He moves in, pressing his warm lips against mine, and I close my eyes at the touch. I gasp as I arch into him, reaching out to cup his cheek as he deepens the kiss. His stubble is rough, and I rub my thumb over it. He moans, his tongue sweeping over my lower lip, and I open to meet his with mine.
God, he’s a good kisser. His scent is intoxicating as I reach down and pull his black tee toward me, like I can’t get close enough to him.
His phone rings, and we both pull apart abruptly. I touch my fingers to my swollen lips. Grady looks ruffled as he gives me a gorgeous grin. He looks down at the caller ID. Jace.
Fuck, I curse myself internally.
I thought the shit that happened before I got into the car was confusing and messy enough, but now…confusing and messy doesn’t even begin to describe it.
Grady answers, and before he can say anything to me, I open the door and step out, slamming it behind me.
“Mila,” he calls from his open window, but I’m already at the front door, unlocking it. I need to speak to someone. Someone who can help me understand what the fuck I’m doing. Because, clearly, I’m not thinking straight.
“If you’re handing out kisses to everyone, why am I missing out again?” Asher rolls over on my bed to my nightstand to grab another chocolate out of my secret sweet drawer.
I round the bed and slam it shut, almost catching his fingers. “Because we established you’re gonna be my stepbrother, maybe, and sex is already off the table. I need help.”
He laughs. “You need serious help. A shrink, maybe?”
I smack him with my pillow. He raises his arms, and I hit him again. He’s laughing at me as I huff and drop to the floor beside my bed and lean my head against the wall. He rolls over to the edge and looks down at me.
“You know, I had to fake illness to come here. I thought it was a real emergency. I’m supposed to be at training with your dad.”
“This is a real emergency.”
To be honest, I didn’t think about that when I called him. I told him I needed him and I’m at home. He was fast. I guess, after what happened at the party the other night, he’s worried about me. I have no idea why I called him. He was the first person I could think of that could help me.
He sits up and swings his legs off the bed before sitting beside me, his shoulder nudging mine. “So, you kissed Grady Montero? I hope he kisses better than he tackles.” I smile and shove him. “Makes sense why he was gunning for me so hard, though.”
I look at him, and he shrugs. “He likes you. He probably thought we were a thing as well, so he took it out on me. Jealous that I got the girl.” His wiggles his brows, and I shake my head.
“Has anyone told you that you’re full of yourself?”
“You can be the first, if you want.”
I sigh and rest my head against the wall again. Closing my eyes, I try to imagine what tomorrow will look like. Roman is safe…he wants to just be friends. But do I just want to be friends? Do I truly want to only be friends with any of them after all this time?
I have feelings for each of them. I always have, but I can’t pick one over the others. I can’t lose any of them again. I want them all, and I know that’s being greedy and unrealistic.
“Do you think guys can be friends with girls without sex getting in the way? Or is it always doomed to fail?”
Asher’s deep chuckle has me opening my eyes and looking at him. He cocks his head to the side and gives me a warm smile. “Give me your hand.”
He holds his hand out, and I arch my brow at him. But I do as he says. He flips my palm facing down, and his hand cups the back of mine as he lowers it to his crotch. I don’t pull away as he pushes my palm into his cock, gasping when I feel how hard he is underneath his shorts.
“With you? It’s always doomed to fail.”
Fuck.
