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I check the time. I’m already late.

I look at Lucy, looking sexy and cute as hell, tangled in my bedsheets, her hair messy, her skin flushed.

I swallow back a groan, then grab her and kiss her.

“I don’t wanna leave you,” I growl against her mouth.

“You can’t blow off your sister.”

“Sure, I can.”

She giggles against my mouth. “No way. That’s mean.”

When we break apart, she runs her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes and hum softly.

“I’ll be here waiting for you when you come back,” she says with a cute smile.

I slide out of bed and throw on some clothes.

“Hey, um, you don’t need to sleep in a different room tonight,” Lucy says. She fiddles with the bedsheet like she’s nervous.

I lean down and grip her chin in my hand. I can’t help the giddy grin pulling at my lips. “You don’t want me to?”

She shakes her head, biting back a cute smile. “I want you to sleep in your bed with me. But only if you want to.”

Excitement flickers in my chest hearing her say that.

I kiss her, teasing her soft lips apart with my tongue. She whimpers into my mouth as I let my tongue get filthy.

“I want to,” I say, holding her gaze.

Her eyes are bright as she beams.

I head out to my sister’s, smiling like an idiot the whole way there.

Chapter 48

Leo

“Is this dresser made out of cement? Jesus,” I mutter as I pull it across the hallway into my sister’s guest bedroom.

“It’s solid oak, not cement,” Zoey says as she struggles to move her end of it.

“It feels like cement.”

“That’s because all the furniture you own is made of particleboard.”

“At least it’s lighter.”

She rolls her eyes. We set the dresser against the wall, then stop to catch our breath.

“That’s the last thing you had to move, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. Want some food?”

“God, yes.”

She laughs, and we head downstairs to the kitchen. She opens the lid of the crockpot on her counter, and the smell of garlic and herbs fills the air.