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He placed his bag on the counter, turning around slowly as he took it in.
“My grandad owned the original house. He left it to me and my sister when he died. She sold me her half as she’s not a city girl and when the house next door came on the market, I snapped it up and knocked through.”
“How many bedrooms?”
“Well, it’s split over four floors; I’ve turned the top one into a giant single room with an ensuite. This floor is finished but the middle two floors still need work. They have four rooms on each, but I think I might reconfigure them.” I paused. “And then there’s the basement.”
Dawson let out a light laugh. “Of course there’s a basement. Sex swing, swimming pool, water bed?”
I frowned. “Cinema room, pool table, killer sound system.”
“You don’t have a music room full of your guitars and a piano.”
This time it was me who laughed. “It’s like you don’t even know me.” I pointed to another door to the side of the room. “Through there.”
“Well, you have very talented builders,” he said, running his fingers over the counter.
“I saidIknocked it through.” I walked to the steel American-style fridge, pulled out two beers, and opened them.
“What? You did all this?”
I shrugged. “A man needs a hobby. I like working with my hands.” I handed him the beer, watching as he looked at it, confused. “I don’t—”
“It’s non-alcoholic. My sister’s pregnant, so I always have them in.”
Dawson smiled. It was such a rare sight that I liked it way more than I should. I mean, I was starting to like everything about Dawson more than I probably should.
Other than in the group chat when Nee went missing, I’d not spoken to Lea since the night we made out on my sofa in New York. She told me she wanted to be sure about what she wanted and I couldn’t help thinking that she’d decided she didn’t want me.
No matter how much her silence killed me, I’d kept my word, and I’d not contacted her but my reoccurring dreams about what would have happened if we’d continued that night haunted me and now Dawson seemed to have a starring role in those dreams too; on his knees or fucking Lea or fucking me while I fucked Lea. It was so vivid last night that I woke covered in cum, groaning his name loudly.
God, I need to get laid.
I’d not had sex with anyone since I told Lea I loved her and it was starting to play havoc on me; I wasn’t sleeping; I was an emotional mess and—
“Earth to Fox.”
My eyes refocused on Dawson, taking in his green eyes and those juicy pink lips, as I tried to sneakily readjust the semi I was now rocking. “Sorry. Miles away.”
“You need some stress relief,” he informed me, and I couldn’t help but hope he was about to offer to relieve me with that fuckable mouth. “Turn around, put your hands on the counter.”
I did as he asked, feeling the cold marble under my fingertips. His hands cupped my shoulders, his body crowding me to the island from behind.
“Is it just the Archer thing stressing you?” he asked as he began to rub my shoulders, forcing a desperate groan from my throat as he applied the perfect amount of pressure.
“Mostly, I mean, he’s one of my best friends and there’s nothing I can do to help, but then there’s Lea…”
“Ionee’s friend, Lea?”
“Yeah, we had a thing. I fell for her and, well, she’s blown me off.”
“So why’s that made your shoulders feel like a knotted mess?”
My head fell forward as I drowned in his touch. “Well, I’ve not—fuck, that feels good.”
“Not what?” He was so close, I could feel the heat of his body.
I gripped the counter harder as the urge to spin around and kiss him raged through me. “It’s been a while since I hooked up.”
