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“Oh, shoot. Cal.”
I swivel, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. “Jo.”
That’s it. One word. Becausehell.
My best friend is wearing a tiny tank top and barely there sleep shorts, no bra in sight…unless you count the lacy purple number on my end table. Her attention isn’t on my face either. Her brown eyes are the darkest I’ve ever seen them, intense and molten, tracing a pattern over my naked chest, down my abs, all the way to the cotton attempting to contain my very attentive penis.
chapterfourteen
Callahan
I snatch my book from the end table and hold it over my crotch. “I thought you were in bed.”
Jo darts her focus to the ceiling. “I thought you were asleep.”
We avoid eye contact, looking everywhere but at each other. Except I’m not that strong. I glance at her again, unable to resist a snapshot of the way her tank’s soft cotton tents over her pointed nipples. Her eyes flick to me too, do another dip down my chest. Abruptly, she looks at the floor.
I stare at the couch and clear my throat. “I woke up and was having trouble getting back to sleep. Thought reading might help.”
“Because I woke you?”
“It’s nothing. The book will help.”
Slowly, I force myself to be a grown fucking adult and face her more fully. She glances at the book, which is barricading my uncooperative erection, and…is her chest rising faster? Her cheeks are definitely pink, but she was rushing around before and just had a hot shower.
“I’m kind of wired too,” she says and crosses her arms. The move presses her breasts together and up, taking another year off my life. “I usually need time to decompress from work. I also get sick of wearing these contraptions.” Sheepish, she slips her bra from the table. “Sorry for leaving my stuff around. I need to get better with that.”
“It’s fine.” It’s not. Her mess annoys me, and if Jo and I are living together, I need to be more honest. “Your tidiness is actually awful. Coming home is like walking into a war zone.”
She sputters out a laugh. “Tell me how you really feel.”
I grin. “I just did.”
“Right, well.” She glances at the shoe collection I tidied that is already a renewed mess. “I am pretty awful to live with.”
“You are.”
“I’ll work on getting better.”
“I’d appreciate it.”
She rocks on her heels, and I notice her toes. They’re small and cute, her toenails painted a pretty pink.I like that.
“What?”
I jerk my head up. “What?”
“You said, ‘I like that.’”
“Did I?” Now I can’t even think things without saying them out loud. “Your offer to clean more. I like that you’re willing to try.”
Jesus Christ. Someone, please, drop a meteor on my head.
She squints at me and nibbles her lip, then her attention slips back down my body. She doesn’t glance away quickly this time. Her gaze lingers, her lips falling open on a puff of air.
Fuck. Me.
Desire grips me by the balls, but she swallows and lifts her eyes, her expression bland, like any heat I saw was imagined. Thank God. It’s bad enough that I can’t control my thoughts of her. If the chemical reaction between us was mutual andshedecided to act on it, I might become the World’s Worst Brother.
