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Warmth rushes through my veins.

“Right now, you’re the only one I want in my head.”

Now, it’s my turn to smirk.

My palm lands on his hip, and I slowly slide it upward, over the dip of his waist and then to his chest. Gently, I push him onto his back and straddle him.

“I can live with that,” I say before lowering down and stealing his lips.

“I’m hungry,” Cooper complains once we eventually roll out of his bed sometime later.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” I laugh as I turn his shower on. Once it’s warm, I step under the spray, my legs weak from the multiple orgasms he’d given me not so long ago.

He follows me inside, his hands instantly landing on my body, and I shudder, loving being the object of his desires.

“We should go out,” I say, the words tumbling from my mouth without any thought.

He stiffens behind me, not in a good way.

“We can’t,” he whispers.

I spin around and face him, my hand sliding up his chest until I’m holding his cheeks.

“Of course we can.”

“Garrett,” he warns, leaning forward and resting his brow against mine.

“I bet the guys go out to eat together all the time. I know I’ve seen Linc and Rett out together. No one ever accuses them of anything.”

“They’re childhood best friends, and one is married and the other has a kid,” he argues.

“We can go somewhere out of town. Somewhere discreet. Friends meet up for breakfast all the time. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

“I won’t sit there holding your hand across the table, and I’ll even refrain from smacking your ass as we leave.”

A smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth, but I can see the internal war he fights in his eyes. I hate that I’ve put it there.

I don’t even know why I suggested it. I love hanging out in his kitchen, cooking together. I love being here. I just…I guess for a moment there, I wanted something else, something more.

My lips part, and I’m about to tell him to forget it when he shocks the shit out of me by saying, “Okay, we can go for breakfast.”

I rear back, shocked.

“N-no, we don’t have to. It was a silly idea. We can⁠—”

“No, you’re right. We should be able to hang out.”

A smile twitches at my lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he says, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck before he pulls me in for a kiss.

We’re both ravenous by the time we get out of the shower, and the first thing I do once I’ve located my pants and my cell is message my sister.

Garrett: What’s the name of that diner you’ve mentioned that’s out of town and discreet?

SiSi: Bills. Why?

Garrett: No reason. Thank you.