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Chapter Eight

Levi

Nothing has ever felt better than waking up with Abby in my arms. Nothing. And I’ve woken up with plenty of females. She’s the chocolate cake of females, my friend.

I’m off the couch so damn quick you’d think my ass was on fire. No, I’m just trying my damnedest to conceal the biggest hard-on I’ve had since my days as a horny teenager. Turning towards the kitchen, I head over and start the pot that she already prepared last night. It’s one of her nightly habits.

Hiding behind the counter, I turn and look at her. She’s holding her legs tightly against her chest, a chest that I’m now very familiar with thanks to my wandering hand and face. She looks humiliated and uncomfortable and won’t make eye contact, which was never my intention. Hell, I don’t even know what my intention was, but I need to get out of here before I make the situation worse by dragging her into her bedroom and using the baseball bat I’m trying to suppress in my pants to make her scream. (That’s a good thing.)

“I’m on tonight, so I’ll catch up with you later,” I holler over my shoulder, heading towards the door.

For some reason, my hand stalls on the knob. When I spin around to say something, anything, I find those mesmerizing green eyes on me. Well, on my ass, to be exact. Excitement races through me, different than a few moments ago. This thrill comes from knowing that she might be fighting a similar attraction. Maybe not as severe as my case of lust for my best friend, but if she’s stealing glancing at my ass–and it really is a nice one–then, that counts for something.

At least it does to me.

I don’t bother waiting for her eyes to return to mine. I walk out the door with a smile on my face and a boner, still very present, in my pants.

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