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How did I not notice this before?

My best friend is hot as fuck with his puffy pink lips, sharp jawline, and piercing green eyes. His dark hair has some curl to it, especially when it’s wet, like right now.

“Adam,” he says again.

“Oh yeah.” I stand up from the bench and grab my shirt, pulling it on over my head. But I still can’t stop watching him as he turns away and drops the towel. Oh holy fuck, his ass is perfect.

I haven’t spent that long thinking about that perfect ass and never really saw the appeal, but now... Wow. I need to get the hell out of here before I have a really awkward situation.

Thankfully, he pulls on his boxer briefs and then his jeans before taking a seat on the bench and tugging on his tennis shoes. But I can’t stop watching his arm muscles flex, along with each ripple of his back, while he ties his shoes.

I all but toss his t-shirt at him, pleading with him to cover up when he catches it and thankfully, tugs it on over his head before standing up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I try to sound convincing, but I’m pretty sure I fail. In my defense, it’s like my dick just woke up and now it doesn’t want to go back down. It’s ready to play. Like all the damn time.

He studies me carefully as we tug on our hoodies, then walk out of the locker room toward our trucks. “Hey, I forgot to tell you.” I turn to look at Zach, stopping walking all together.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says with a grin on his face. “Just that my sisters are going over to a friend’s house for a bit after school, so I can come to your place.”

I want to grab him right fucking here and devour his mouth. But I keep my cool as much as I can. “Is that so?”

“That is so.” Fucker knows I needed to hear that. That I’m dying for time alone with him. He saunters to his truck, which is parked next to mine. “Meet you at your place?”

“Oh, absolutely.” I grin and climb in my truck, starting the engine as fast as I can and barely closing the door before I’m peeling out of the parking lot. We make it to my house in record time and are both out of our trucks at lightning speed.

I know my parents are home and so are my brothers, so we need to play it cool. As cool as we can. We sling our backpacks over our shoulders, and I force myself to stay calm as we walk through the front door.

My mom is in the living room and looks pleasantly surprised to see Zach come in right after me. “Hey, Mom. Where is everyone?”

The house is way too quiet.

“Oh, some cows got out, so your dad and your brothers went to go get them. They should be back soon. What are you boys up to?”

Fuck. It’s almost better when they’re all home. My mom is watching us closely, and she has no one here to distract her.

As if fate is on my side, I hear my dad’s truck a moment later, followed by slamming doors and my loud-as-fuck little brothers. “Yeah. We’re gonna go study,” I say to Mom, not giving her a chance to question us anymore.

Thankfully, Zach is right on my heels as we head to my room, and I close and lock the door behind us. My lips are on his in an instant, my body thrumming with pent-up need.

I couldn’t have waited another second.

I should get an award for not mauling my boyfriend in front of my mother just now.

Wait.

Boyfriend?

I pull back just enough to speak but don’t let him go. “Are you my boyfriend?”

“What?” Zach rasps, his breath hitting my lips, and God, I do not like my lips not on his right now. All I can think about is kissing those damn lips. And now that I can, am I seriously using the time to talk?

What an idiot.

I start to ignore my own question and right this very huge wrong when Zach pulls out of my grasp and steps back. Uh-oh. Did I fuck up already?

“Zach... I...”

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