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Being with Jett is, too, but I’m avoiding that feeling for now.

“I figured we’d stay at my house on the weekends so you’ll be closer to Sienna, and during the week, we can stay at my penthouse so you’re closer to the city.”

“Being awfully thoughtful, aren’t you?” I smirk, happy that his decision has me closer to my best friend.

“Just trying to get the hang of this boyfriend thing.”

In a casual black T-shirt and jeans, Jett’s decorated sleeve of tattoos bulge from the muscle underneath as he so coolly controls the steering of his luxe car with one hand.

“I don’t know why you act like you’ve never been a boyfriend before,” I say with a laugh.

Keeping a silly smirk on my face, I wait for a response to my snippy side comment, but he doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he remains focused on the road, but his body answers for him. The tips of his tanned ears light up red, the color moving in splotches down his neck.

Holy shit, is Jett Parker embarrassed?

“Wait? Have you nev⁠—”

“We’re here.”

Cutting me off before I can ask the blistering question, I’m beside myself as he rushes to exit his side of the car.

This can’t be true. A guy like Jett Parker, a man of many women, has never had a real girlfriend? I don’t believe it.

Pulling into the circle driveway of what I presume is his home, I’m floored by the beautiful estate in front of me. Unlike his bachelor pad penthouse, this house stands out with charred red brick and inviting bright white columns, all brought together by a grandiose arched mahogany front door.

“Wow.” I’m in awe as I step from the car in his direction.

“Welcome home.”

His bubbly personality reappears as he scurries to the front door to usher me inside. At my feet are dark oak hardwood floors, and brown and olive-green area rugs decorate the entry. An antique-looking wood entry table decorated with the most beautiful white floral arrangement, and above it, a brass mirror that makes the space glow while remaining cozy.

“Jett, this is beautiful.”

Taken aback that this home is owned by the same man with a modern floor-to-ceiling bragging right, I spin upon entry like I’m the main character in some movie.

“Thank you, I just finished some new renovations. I’m pretty happy with the result.”

“Pretty happy? Are you kidding? This place is a dream.”

Making myself comfortable, I walk to the large open-concept kitchen and run my fingers over the mesmerizing green marble. Jade, or maybe even an olive-based color, accentuates the vibrant emerald veins, and best of all, the texture is almost leathered. It feels heavenly beneath my fingers.

“These counters are stunning; they must’ve cost a fortune.”

Jett’s bright smile reaches his eyes, his pearly teeth shining under the amber throughout the kitchen.

“They were imported from Italy. They’re one of my favorite new additions to the house.”

A tickling nerve runs down my spine as his steps grow closer, backing me into a cornered nook of the kitchen.

With a hoarse breath, I ask, “What’s the other favorite?”

“I think you already know the answer to that, Sofia baby.”

And he’s right. I knew what he was going to say, but I wanted to hear him say it.

Needed to hear him say it.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a tour of the rest of the house.”