“Morning, Pink.”
Damn if he doesn’t look sexy as hell naked in my bed, like every dream I’ve ever had only better.
“Brooke’s home.Don’t come out until I say so,” I warn.
He flips a palm, noncommittal.
I glare as I let myself out, pulling the door closed behind me.
My roommate is in the kitchen, making eggs.
“What was the question?”My voice comes out raspy.I clear my throat.
“Christmas.The guys are playing Christmas Day, but we always have dinner together after.You should join.”
I bite my lip.“Mari texted me about it yesterday and invited me to spend Christmas with her and Harlan.”
“We’ll do the entire family.”Before I can answer, Brooke’s gaze cuts over my shoulder.“Morning, Clay.”
“Morning.”I turn to find him wearing sweatpants and nothing else.
He looks like some Marvel-movie god, his muscles rippling under the tattoos.He takes up half the living room.
“Great flowers you sent last week,” Brooke offers.“Five stars.”
“Glad you like them.Wasn’t sure Nova did.”He drops into a chair at the table.
My mouth works for a moment before I can produce sound.“Um.Clay was just?—”
“Sneaking out the morning after.”
“That’s not it,” I start.
Brooke crosses to the coffee table and grabs the wad of fabric off it, tossing it at Clay.He catches it.He starts to tug the shirt on but, at my perusal, thinks better of it.
His wink when he catches me looking makes me want to die.
Oh my God.I wish for the days before I hooked up with a hot athlete and my body took over my brain.
“I’m sure you have questions,” I say to my roommate, trying to be mature about this.
“Not really.I know you guys split, but as long as it’s consensual, I get it.Girl’s gotta get hers.He’s convenient,” Brooke offers.
“I’m not convenient.”Clay frowns.
“He’s so inconvenient,” I add.
For my heart and my life and my future.
But I’m stronger than I was, and this time I can manage my own heart.
“You want coffee?”Brooke asks.
“Sure.Thanks.”
“He’s not staying.”
They ignore me.
