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Calli laughed, shaking her head before finally turning to me. “I see you met Shay, finally,” she introduced. “Shay. This is my dad, Bishop.”

“It’s ni—” My voice cracked, and I cleared it before trying again. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He nodded, holding eye contact with me in a ‘we are going to pretend that didn’t happen’kind of way. “Likewise.”

I bobbed my head up and down a couple of times, letting him know I heard him loud and clear, though my heart hadn’t caught on. It was still racing so fast I was starting to feel a little dizzy.

I’d just seen my best friend’s dad naked.

The heat began to burn at my cheeks again at the thought. His toned body. The water dripping down over his skin.Holy crap.

I quickly snatched my bag up off the floor and backed away. “I’m just gonna put this away.”

“Okay… I’ll meet you downstairs. We definitely need to go to the store.”

Bishop shrugged on his leather vest over his shirt, watching me intently as I took one step after another back toward the bedroom. Calli was already heading for the stairs, clearly unable to feel the swirling storm in the air around us.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t confident around boys—for the most part, they were usually intimidated by how I held myself. But there was a difference.

Bishop wasn’t a boy.

He was a man.

A man who I shouldn’t be thinking about that way.

My best friend’s father.

“Shay, we need to get to the store. You coming?” Calli called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah, coming.” I tossed my backpack into the bedroom and hurried back down the hall, trying not to look as I brushed past Bishop leaning casually in the open doorway to the bathroom.

His eyes followed me.

I could feel them.

“See you soon,” he murmured, words I knew were just for me.

Guess these next few days were going to be interesting.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving.

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