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She groans and glances back at me with a forlorn expression. “Why do you have to look and sound like that first thing in the morning? It makes leaving very difficult.”
“Then don’t…” I peel the covers back slowly, teasing her with the sight of my naked body, but she slams her eyes shut, spinning before I can tempt her further.
“Nope. I have willpower.”
“You sure about that?”
“No,” she whines, before pulling in a shuddering breath. “But it’s Bailey’s birthday, and I’m already the worst best friend in the world, meaning I can’t slack today lest she sack and replace me.”
With a snort, I roll off the bed and stroll towards the chest of drawers tucked into the corner of the room. “We could just tell her,” I say casually, pulling out a pair of black boxers and tugging them over my legs.
“Sure,” she says, scoffing. “Hey, Bails. Happy Birthday, bestie! Sorry I’m late, I was too busy letting your brother fuck me against a wall.That’ll go down a treat.”
“We already did the wall, baby. What about the kitchen island? That might be a good time.”
“You’re not funny.”
“I’m hilarious, and you know it.”
“Whatever you say,” she quips, though her eyes brighten with amusement.
“You know you’re making all this a much bigger deal than it needs to be, right?”
“Maybe,” she says, sighing as she quietly closes the door and saunters back across the space. She pushes onto her tiptoes and kisses my cheek before finding my lips. The kiss only lasts a second, but my body hums happily anyway. “But I don’t want to mess this up before it starts.”
“What are you so scared of, Ry?”
“Everything.” Her mouth ghosts over mine, then she pulls away and heads back to the door. She pulls it open, turning to give me a final glance. “You need to be downstairs in ten minutes to help me.” She claps her hands, a beaming smile on her face.
“Give me fifteen. I need to hop in the shower.”
“Well, have fun with that. While you shower, I’ll be busyblowingdownstairs.” She laughs as she steps into the empty hallway.
I groan, scrubbing my hands over my face as she closes the door behind her, leaving me alone with only my rock-hard dick for company. I move into the shower, flipping the stream onto cold before stepping inside.
I swear, that girl will be the death of me before this season is over.
It takes me closer to thirty minutes to compose myself, and by the time I make my way into the dining room, Ryan has transformed the large space into a birthday haven.
The table has been pushed against the wall, weighed down by pastries, fruit, prosecco, and fresh orange juice, surrounded by a large arch covered in rose-gold balloons. A light-up sign reading “Thirty, not so flirty & barely surviving,” is pinned to the wall, brightening up the otherwise darkened space thanks to the torrential downpour outside.
A pile of numbered presents adorns a smaller table, with “thirty for thirty” scrawled messily in chalk on a blackboard plaque. My gaze flickers over the room, and I shake my head.
“I think I need to get a new best mate,” Kai says, sidling up beside me. “If I remember correctly, for my thirtieth, you handed me an electricity bill for the studio and said ‘Deal with this.’”
“Andyougave me a warm beer and tattooed a penis on my thigh.”
“I guess we can call it even, then.” He smirks, clapping me on the shoulder before he walks the length of the room, whistling at the over-the-top decor.
Footsteps sound from the hall, and Ryan hollers as she rounds the corner. “Good, you’re both here. I need favours.”
“What do you need, RyRy?” Kai asks.
“Can you grab me the speakers from the loft? Mr. Dorsett said they should be up there, behind the old generator or something.” Kai nods at her request, sending her a salute before he stalks from the room, and Ryan turns to me, a wry smile on her face.
“What’s that face for? Do I need to murder someone? If so, you really should have prewarned me. I’m not dressed for the occasion.” I gesture at the buffalo-check shirt I dragged on before coming downstairs. “Blood spatters and white don’t really go together, Ry.”
“Wow. That’s disappointing. There goes my plans for the day,” she deadpans.
