“We’ll only be a minute,” I reassuredhim.
“One minute?” Cole gave an amused snort. “All those weeks of sexual frustration taking a toll,huh?”
August flipped him off as he trailed me. I shut the door and locked it, even though it was ridiculous. It wasn’t as though Cole would barge in. I unlockedit.
“Let me guess, you want me to change the doorcode?”
“What? No. I mean . . . maybe.” I dragged my hand through my hair. “But that’s not what I wanted todiscuss.”
He crossed his arms in front of his broad, broad chest. I tweaked the inside of my wrist to refocus myself, but a glimpse into the foggy mirror nulled the effect of the pinch. The glass was clearing, so I could see August’s V-shaped back which was frankly just as alluring as hisfront.
“You okay,sweetheart?”
I twisted my hair into a long rope to lift it from my neck before my skin could scorch it right off. “Um. Yes,but. . . ”
“You don’t want people finding out aboutus?”
I nodded a littlemaniacally.
“Why?”
“Because. Liam and I, we just brokeup—”
“Happened three weeksago.”
Had it already been three weeks? Okay, good. At least I wasn’t a total tramp. “Can we still keep it on the down-low for now? Just a coupleweeks. . . ”
August leaned back against the white enamel sink top, one eyebrow cocked up. “Why?”
“Because. . . ”
“Becausewhat?”
Ugh.Why couldn’t he just go with it? “Because I’m afraid to hurt Liam’sfeelings.”
“He wasn’t afraid to hurtyours.”
“I walked in on him. It wasn’t like he flaunted his hookup in myface—”
“I wasn’t talking about thehookup. I was talking about what went down at Tracy’s.” There was a jagged edge to his deep voice. “Ness, do you still have feelings forhim?”
“What?” I blinked. “No.”
“Yousure?”
“Of course I’msure.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed once, twice. Then he sighed, pushed off the sink top, and took a step toward me. His arms came loose before wrapping around mywaist.
I tipped my head up. “Why would you thinkthat?”
“Because I’m jealous, and it’ll probably get worse, although I’m not sure how that would work considering I already want to wring the neck of anyone who so much as looks your way.” He tipped his head to the door. “Coleincluded.”
“You don’t have to be jealous. I promise. I’m just nervous. What if your parents arehorrified?”
“My parents already love you like adaughter.”
“Exactly.”
