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Don't fucking think about it.
I'm in the kitchen washing my hands and staring aimlessly at the food she brought like a fucking weirdo when I hear the front door open. Momentarily, I hope it's Luna returning so I can explain myself but my hopes are dashed when Cass' voice rings out, “Jackson?”
“In here,” I call back, angling myself behind the island so that fucking wet spot is hidden from the view of the three guys crowding the kitchen doorway. All three of them eye me with various degrees of suspicion and smugness.
“Do you have something to tell us?” Ben asks slowly.
They know.
I don't know how but they so fucking know.
Instead of admitting it, I feign ignorance. “No.”
His eyes scan my bare chest and narrow. “You sure?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Then why is there a bra on the living room floor?”
Shit. Slumping against the counter, I cradle my head in my hands, an indistinguishable noise leaving me.
“Please tell me it's Luna's.”
I grunt, offering Ben half a nod.
“And the nail marks on your shoulders?”
Another curse escapes me as I glance at my arms. Shit, she got me good.
“Fucking finally,” Ben literally squeals, and I peek up to find him doing a unabashed happy dance. Cass is smiling too but Nick, he's frowning, eyes too knowing for my liking.
“You don't look very happy about it.”
Ben ceases his celebrations, fist reaching out to jab Nick's bicep. “Why do you have to ruin everything?”
“What? Look at him.” He gestures towards me. “That's not the face of a guy who just banged the love of his life.”
Squinting, Ben surveys me before reluctantly nodding his agreement. “What happened?”
“I fucked up.”
“What did you do?”
There's a brief pause as the words get stuck in my throat. Scrunching my nose, I swallow hard. “We were,” I cough, “hooking up. She was about to... you know, and I stopped her. She freaked and left.”
Confusion mars my friends’ faces. “She freaked out because you stopped her?”
“I told her I didn't wanna fuck her.” Yelled it, more accurately. So much harsher than I intended.
Silence.
For a solid minute, maybe two, there's nothing but silence. I avoid looking at the guys but I can easily picture what I'm sure are horrified expressions.
“Please tell me you didn't say it in those exact words.”
I wince, and when I finally look up, they're wincing too. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jackson.”
“She's naked in your lap with her hand around your dick and you yell ‘I don't wanna fuck you’ in her face?” Cass blinks at me. “Is your dick still attached to your body?”
