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“So, am I going to meet this girl you supposedly have up in your bed? And can we talk about the fact that you have one in there for the first time fuckingever?”

“It’s not that big of a deal,” Davis muttered, almost bashfully.

“Since I’ve known you, you’ve always had random hookups in the chick’s house, a car, or some other place. Never in your house, let alone your bed. Now, I’m hearing she’s been here all weekend and issleepingin your bed?”

Silence stretched, then Gavin spoke again.

“All I’m saying is it seems like a big deal…like maybe she’s special.”

I couldn’t hear anymore. What if Davis said I wasn’t special, and he’d just gotten too old to care for uncomfortable hookup places? What if it had nothing whatsoever to do with me?

I stood on shaky legs, about to walk away, when I heard Davis finally respond.

“Yeah…I think this might be it for me.”

Never mind, this was worse. Now, I had to break his heart, tell him goodbye, and explain how I was the girl who pathetically stalked him all those years ago. The one his friend laughed and joked about. And because I was her, there was absolutely zero chance for the two of us ever working out.

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DAVIS

“There she is!”Gavin called, abruptly standing from the couch. I followed his trajectory with my eyes and turned to see Rae walking down the stairs, fully dressed and carrying her overnight bag. I knew she would need to leave today, but still, seeing that she was packed and ready to leave so early made my heart twist uncomfortably.

I liked her in my space. I liked her smell, and that the dumb creamer I knew she liked was now in my fridge. I even liked the way she hummed when she watched me work, or when she saw something that excited her. Being around her, having her here, was like plucking one of the stars from the midnight sky and asking it to be happy with you on earth, in your home, and then being shocked when it said yes.

Clearing my thoughts, I moved to get in front of my idiot friend and greeted Rae with a kiss.

“Hey.”

She gave me a tight smile in return. “Hey.”

Gripping her hand, I lead her into the kitchen and then let her go to make her a cup of coffee. The longer I was able to keep her here, the better.

“Gavin, this is Rae. Rae, Gavin.”

I half turned, not seeing Rae’s reaction to having a stranger in the house right when she woke up, but her response was sweet enough. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, you too. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Gavin gave me an acerbic look while shaking her hand.

“You’re what to Davis?” the asshole asked. Fucker knew we hadn’t talked about labels yet.

I sipped my coffee, waiting for hers to brew.

“Fuck buddy, I think.”

I spit my coffee out, sputtering the remnants down my shirt.

“What?” I tugged the soaked fabric away from my chest, feeling a small burn.

She shrugged and moved toward the door. “That’s what we are, right?”

No, that’s not what we were.

I didn’t hold my fuck buddies in the bath while the rain poured outside. I didn’t read to them in front of the fire, and sure as fuck didn’t open up to them about my family.

But had I really opened up to her? She had asked last night about my family, but what I had told her was more than I’d told anyone, save for her parents. It wasn’t like I was eager to scare her off—and telling her about my past would do just that. She was pulling on her boots when I realized I hadn’t responded to her comment out loud. I gave Gavin a look that told him to fuck off and then responded to her.

“Not exactly. Uh, are you already headed back?” Setting my mug down and abandoning the full cup that was supposed to be hers, I followed her to the door. Why did I have the impression that she was pissed at me?

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