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“Well, thanks very much for the vote of confidence that I’m attractive to the opposite sex,” I muttered. He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off. “You need to leave. I know why you acted the way you did, and—” I paused. “Thank you for making sure I was okay. I should have texted, but it was an accident. I didn’t mean for anyone to worry.”
Ryan shifted on his feet. Harry banged around in the bathroom, slamming the cabinet door.
“We need to talk later.” I took a deep breath. “This barging in and accusing someone of mistreating me can’t happen again. Scaring off guys has just got to stop. I’ve got to live my life now, Ryan.”
“You likethisguy?” he mumbled, glaring at the bathroom door.
I smiled. “Yes.”
“But he’s only here for another month or so.”
“I’m very aware of that, yes.”
“But—”
“Ryan, you don’t get to approve who I sleep with,” I said sharply. “Now just go and get some sleep. We’ll talk later.”
* * *
Harry
Once I heard Ryan leave, I charged out of the bathroom. I was shitty and I wasn’t sure why and that was making me more pissed off.
Blue balls and brothers with a weird helicopter-parent-type relationship with their sister were certainly a part of it but notit.
I felt like I was fighting a whole town for a moment alone with one woman. Stacey.Anastasia.
I swallowed hard. I’d never stayed overnight with anyone before today. This was more than just sex. I wanted to wake up with her often and see her in my clothes, and out of them.
Fuck.
Stacey raised an eyebrow.
“What?” I snapped.
She placed her hands on her hips. My traitorous dick twitched. I loved it when she was bossy.
“You’re dressed.”
“Yeah, well. I said I would.”
She flicked the lock on the hotel door and raised her chin. “Take your clothes back off.”
The look on her face levelled me—part vulnerable, part lust; all demanding. She was feeling this too—the frustration and the longing.
My dick thickened under her gaze but my urge to be a jerk was more than my desire to get naked.
“Aren’t you going to go with your brother?” I spat.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Stacey’s eyes flared. “Unless you want to me to go.”
My dick strained against my pants.
I scrubbed my face. I was so confused. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Being an arsehole.”
