“I’m trying to be polite,” Posey answers. “So did she?”
“Yes. Multiple times and I’m leaving it at that.”
“Are you sure?” Silas asks.
I look him dead in the eyes and say, “I can still taste her on my tongue.”
Silas smirks and then leans back, happy with my answer.
“Okay, so she found completion,” Eli says. “So maybe she just doesn’t know how to react the next day.” He shrugs. “Simple as that.”
Posey snaps his finger at Eli and nods. “Yes, the awkwardshe doesn’t know what to say to you the morning afterroutine. That’s easily fixable.”
“How is that fixable?” I ask.
Posey holds out his hand. “Let me see your phone.”
Silas slaps his hand to my chest, holding me back. “Don’t. Don’t you let him touch your fucking phone. He’ll text her and make an ass of you.”
“I’m an expert at texting,” Posey says.
“I don’t know about that . . .” Eli replies.
Posey gives Eli the side-eye. “Coming from the man who texted Penny about eating a fucking apple. I saved that relationship for you.” He looks at Silas and says, “And the reason you got sexy pictures from Ollie was because of me.”
“You texted her,oye my dick,” Silas says.
“And guess who has a live-in girlfriend now.” Posey points at Silas. “You’re fucking welcome.” He holds his hand out to me again. “Now let me fix this for you. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
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“Finally,”I say as I practically spring into Penny’s office and close the door behind me.
If it had a lock, I’d flip that as well.
“What took you so long to get to work today?”
She looks up from her computer at my frazzled state. “Holden had some separation issues this morning.”
“Holden did, or you did?”
“Maybe a little bit of both,” she answers before picking up her to-go cup of coffee and taking a sip. “Now what’s going on?”
I glance over my shoulder just to double-check that the door is shut, and when I turn back to her, I say, “Halsey and I had sex last night.”
She clamps her hand over her mouth, blocking the coffee that flies out. The brown liquid dribbles over her fingers and straight to her desk.
“Jesus,” she says, trying to clean it up.
I help her with some napkins, and once she’s relatively clean, her eyes find mine again, shock registered across her features.
“You had sex with Halsey?”
I nod. “Yup.” I twist my hands together. “Several times.” And then I grip the neckline of my shirt and pull it to the side to the bite marks that I didn’t bother covering up.
“Holy. Shit,” she whispers.
I release my shirt and take a deep breath. “Penny, I need you to look me in the eye and promise me on Holden that you won’t utter this to another living human.”
