Since when?
Since I had five years to fill them in
Huh. I did not know this about you. What else don’t I know?
He looked up from his phone, through strands of hair. The look on his face. The conflict. The promise of answers to come. A full-body flush hit me in all the feels.I’d never wanted anyone but him.And I never would.
I blinked first, redirecting my attention on the screen.
Grace
Do you have any tattoos of me?
As a matter of fact…
Nooo…????????
I silently squealed, sending a barrage of laughing, blushing emojis.
Yep, a big ol’ picture of your face on my ass
My excitement waned.
Ah, man. You got me all excited. Show me what you got
Rory pulled his shirt up and over his head.
My eyes. Oh, my eyes.
Yeah, baby!
But wait. That wasn’t all. Rory rolled over and pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his Graceless butt.
Grace
Okay fine. You win. I’ll be your friend
* * *
Rory
Hi
Grace
Who’s this?
Move your curtain and look to your right
Shirtless.Made sense. Tonight he was skipping right over the flirting part and going straight for the drool. You see why I was having difficulty believing his friendship proclamation? The man was like a mullet—professional by day, giving no fucks by night. Talk about confusing. Either he wanted me or he didn’t. Until he made up his mind, I was playing hard to get.
Rory twisted his long body, arms overhead, as if in a yawn, but I knew what he was doing—tempting me in an effort to awaken the teenage nymph of yore who could ride him to climax in sixty seconds flat. That was definitely not me anymore. Poor Elliott had had to work like a soiled miner to chip one out of me, and even then, I’d often had to close my eyes and think of another. And byanother…
I drew in a breath and ran my eyes over his smooth, naturally muscled chest. Why not objectify him? It was what he wanted. But as my gaze traveled upward, I caught the oddly expectant look in his eyes.Uh, yeah, I don’t think so, bud. I pointed to my oversized sweatshirt to emphasize how disappointed he was going to be if he thought I was going to fuck him with my brother and boss in the bunk below.
Grace
Not happening. We’re strictly colleagues, remember? Put your shirt back on, Mr. Higgins
