Page 61 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

I’ve kissed women before. Some meant something. Most didn’t.

None of them ever felt like this.

None of them ever felt like home.

Chapter 18

Lola

Iwake up overheated. My bare legs are twisted in soft sheets that are most definitely not mine. There’s an arm slung across my waist and someone’s face buried in my shoulder. I can feel a breath against the back of my neck.

It takes me a minute to remember where I am and why.

Miles.

Last night.

The hoodie I’m still wearing. The kiss.Oh my god, that kiss…

My heart does this slow, sinking lurch and then kicks into panic speed. I don’t move right away—partly because I’m still processing, partly because I’m scared if I move even an inch, I’ll wake him up.

I close my eyes for a second.

Everything about the moment says stay. But I can’t. I just…can’t.

I ease one leg out from under the bed clothes, then the other. His grip loosens without fully letting go. I manage to move just enough to slide free.

I grab my things in silence and head for the hallway as quietly as I can. The house is quiet when I crack the door. I take that as a good sign and slip out of his room.

I make it past the hall bathroom. Then past the room I know belongs to Jude. The stairs almost give me away with the creaking noises they make. I’m halfway to the front door when I hear the sound of someone in the kitchen.

Shit.

I freeze. I can see just enough of the kitchen through the open archway to confirm there is definitely someone there.

It's Jude.

No. No, wait—Reid. He’s turned just enough now that I can see his profile.

I am now in full panic mode. I flatten myself against the wall like a criminal. There is no way that I don’t look completely ridiculous. Very little seems to be going my way these days, but I am sending out prayers to every god willing to listen:let me get out of this house without being seen.

He turns slightly, and I duck into the hallway bathroom so fast I slam my hip against the sink.

After I let loose a silent scream of pain, I hold my breath and listen. He’s still in the kitchen.

I wait thirty full seconds before I peek again. The hallway’s clear and Reid’s facing the window now, looking out at something in the yard.

Go.

I slip past the kitchen like my life depends on it, clutching the hoodie at the hem, praying no one sees me on my mad dash for the door. Only when I’m across the yard and on my own porch do I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding.

I slip my leggings on under the hoodie and head into the house, hoping my roommates are still sleeping. No such luck.

Blaire is at the kitchen table in a towel, flipping through a magazine. I didn’t realize she read anything that wasn’t on her phone. She shoots me a look that is dripping with judgment, but makes no comment.

Gigi’s on the couch in her matching lounge set and full lashes, already sipping from her favorite coffee mug. She looks up as I walk in and raises one perfectly plucked brow.

“You’re up early,” she snarks.