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Lettie: I’ll be there in 20

Me: Sounds perfect

I turn off the screen, not bothering to open all the other messages. I’ll check them later. I close my eyes for a minute to take in the day.

“Want me to pick you up?” Sebastian says out loud, and I hear Annie’s voice through his truck’s Bluetooth speaker.

“Nah, I’ll come to you. When will you be back?”

“Just pulling in now,” he responds.

“Okay, I’ll be there in five.” The phone clicks off.

Sebastian pulls his truck into park and opens his door before hastily stepping out and beelining to the elevator.

“Big plans?” I raise my eyebrows for effect, but then realize I don’t really want to know the answer.

“Just staying in,” he says after a beat, saving me from details. Thank God. “Long day,” he tacks on.

“Big day for you, man,” I say after the elevator doors close, and I press the button to both our respective floors. “I can’t believe you got a touchdown in the biggest game of the year,” I chuckle under my breath.

“Yeaahhh,” he drags out the word. “My whole body hurts.”

“More than usual?”

“A little,” he admits as he steps out of the elevator and onto his floor. “See ya.” He salutes me, then turns toward his place as the doors close.

* * *

Fifteen minutes later, there’s a soft knock on my door.

I hurry over and pull it open. Lettie is standing there with a Revolutionaries sweatshirt on and a navy pair of sweatpants to match. Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun, and her cheeks are still bright red from the cold weather. She’s never looked more beautiful.

She takes one step into my apartment as I close the door behind her and throw her against it. I place my hand over her head, leaning into her.

“Hi.” My voice is soft. “You look so beautiful.”

Our mouths crash together, not waiting a second longer for a taste.

Her lips are soft and fresh, with a hint of mint flowing between us.

We pick up our pace, not breaking for a breath. Who needs to breathe when I have her soft lips on mine?

She moans into the kiss, and my dick springs up, poking her stomach.

“What’s the play here?” I ask, my heart beating fast.

“Center’s choice,” she pants.

Fuck.

I sweep her into my arms and rush down the hallway to my bedroom while she laughs the entire way. I throw her on the bed and toss my tee over my head, then onto the floor. Her laughter grows quieter as her eyes heat with desire.

“Your turn,” I say as she lifts up her arms, and I pull her sweatshirt over her head. She’s lying perfectly still in her black lace bra.

I tug her sweatpants down to her ankles.

My breath hitches at the sight of her. A matching black lace set with her hooded eyes focused entirely on me.