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I let the water pour down my body and lather up my loofah with some manly shit Mom bought me as a house-warming gift. I palm my dick and get the intense urge to stroke myself, mental images of Declan floating through my mind.
I force my hand away from my cock. I don’t want to think about her. I can’t. I refuse to catch feelings for her again. I did so well while I was out traveling. Sure, I thought about her, but I was able to quickly push her out of my mind. It was easier not seeing her every damn day. But I can’t deny that I’ve missed her like a fucking drug.
I push thoughts of Declan—at least the thoughts I’m having—out of my mind and remember what she told me the other night. She took that moron from Isla’s birthday party home with her. Suddenly, the only thing I can think about is how she looked in that goddamn dress. The text she sent me… something about having a guest. Yesterday at the music video shoot, the way that shirt with the plunging neckline exposed the sides of her breasts and molded to her body… Fuck.
I close my eyes and see Declan and that dude from the party in bed together, and my eyes immediately spring back open. What the fuck? Why would my mind betray me like that? Seeing Declan with another man still makes my blood boil, even though I have no right to get mad.
The warm water feels good against my skin, but suddenly, I just need out. I feel trapped in my own fucking shower. I quickly wash and rinse my body and hair and then slide the glass partition open and get out.
Something about the years that have passed between high school and now, the way she looks even more beautiful than all those years ago… something inside of me flips, and suddenly, I can no longer control my animalistic tendencies. I’m going to text her and ask if she banged that guy last night. I have to know. For some reason, this urge is undying, and the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it.
TikTok douche doesn’t deserve her.
Then again, no one does.
She’s Declan fucking Rothschild. The best person I know. The most selfless, loving, caring, funniest, talented woman I have ever met. I’m not exactly sure who I’ll be okay handing her over to… not that she’s mine to hand over.
I’m about to make a complete ass out of myself and text Declan to ask if she fucked that guy or not, even though I have zero right to ask her considering I have a woman in my bed, when I realize I have a text from her waiting for me.
Declan: Wanna come hang at my shoot today?
When I don’t answer immediately, she fires off another text.
Declan: You don’t have to. But if you aren’t doing anything…
Another text.
Declan: Unless you still have Daphne over.
She knows me too well.
I ask Dec what time the shoot is, and she says she’s already there. Isla has me down to work at the shoots that the entire band is in, but I wasn’t scheduled for Declan’s solo shoot.
Me: Send me the address. I’ll be on my way soon.
Sorry, Daphne. Time to wake up. Declan needs me.
* * *
I pull up to the upscale warehouse Declan directed me to. The parking lot is filled with vehicles, and it takes me a minute to find a spot.
Walking onto the set, I see it’s a makeshift bedroom. Apparently, Declan is going to be shooting a bedroom scene. Magazines like Vintage Rock are great about showcasing women artists, but they definitely don’t leave much to the imagination when it comes to their bodies.
I would know… I have most of their issues.
The first person I see is Isla. She’s got her earbuds in, and she’s talking on the phone to someone in a corner. Her eyes meet mine, and she holds up one finger but then thinks better of it and points around the corner from where she stands.
Before I can make it over there, assuming that’s where Declan’s getting her hair and makeup done, Dec walks around the corner and into view.
I damn near have to pick my instantly drooling mouth up off the cold warehouse floor.
Holy actual fuck.
Declan looks like a goddamn 1950s pinup girl.
And I am very, very much here for it.
She doesn’t see me as she’s directed where to go on set. Some skinny dude in brown loafers shuffles her forward and points at various spots on set, and I have all the time in the world to take her in.
