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ROMAN

A pink toothbrush sits beside mine. I stare at it. It's been there for approximately nine hours.

I noticed it last night, and again when I got up to piss at three in the morning.

Five hours later, I'm standing in my bathroom, staring at it like it's an explosive device.

Callie's shit is everywhere. Her shampoo is in my shower. Her phone charger is plugged into the outlet beside my bed. Her shoes are beside mine downstairs. And there's a fucking pink toothbrush beside mine.

Temporary. It’s only temporary.

“Are you having a moment?”

I look at the doorway. Callie stands there wearing one of my T-shirts.

“No.”

“You've been staring at our toothbrushes for a while.”

“They're not our toothbrushes.”

“They're beside each other.”

“That's generally how counters work.”

She smiles.

I fucking hate that smile. Mostly because I'm starting to know exactly what it means.

Alibi appears behind her. He slept between us for half the night. The other half he slept on my legs. I haven't had feeling in my left foot since four.

I’m not even sure how the hell any of this happened.

I made up the bed for the dog. Again.

When I entered my bedroom, Callie was standing inside my en suite bathroom, brushing her teeth.

I told her I made up the guest bedroom. She spit out toothpaste, then gave me a look that clearly indicated my balls were wrapped around her finger.

She sauntered over, ran her hands over my chest, and gave me a smile that made me forget everything.

Which is damn near impossible for me. I live for my job.

Or at least, I did.

Then she gave me a kiss that made my knees weak.

She smacked my ass and sauntered away, shedding clothes until she was only in a thong.

Before I could open my damn mouth, she pulled a T-shirt from my closet and put it on. Somehow, that was worse than her being almost naked.

My dick was so hard, it hurt.

She crawled into my bed, her ass in the air, before flipping over and posing in a way that highlighted just how fucking sexy she is.

Before I could tackle her, the damn dog jumped into bed. With his front paws on her chest, he licked her face while she giggled.

Not only did he not listen when I told the furry asshole to leave, but he laid on my chest and gave me pleading eyes until I crumbled. Next thing I know, I’m putting Scooby-Doo on my damn TV and falling asleep with a dog curled up between us, his head on the edge of my pillow, watching his favorite cartoon.