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“I—” Was surprised. To tell the truth, I’d never intended for Adrian to find out. “He didn’t care?”

“No, not really. He knows it’s just…you know, sex.”

“Ah. Right.” I rubbed the center of my forehead, trying to decide how I felt about all this. “Will you tell him about tonight?”

She sighed. “If it comes up, sure, but I don’t see why it would.”

“So it’s not a secret, but you’re not volunteering the information.”

“Exactly.” She yawned. “You can tell him anything you want, though. I’d rather not put him in the middle of anything, but…”

“No, I get it. And I don’t think I feel the need to talk to him about what we do in private. Oversharing has never been my thing.”

“Glad we have that covered.” She slid across the mattress, and I opened my arm automatically, inviting her in. Her head settled on my shoulder, legs draped over mine. “Good night, Nate. Sweet dreams.”

I stopped myself from turning and kissing the top of her head. “Good night, Samantha.”

Sleep didn’t come easy. It never did.

But the wait wasn’t so bad.

Chapter Twenty-one

Samantha

Adrian was waiting for me outside the locker room after spin class, hair wet from his shower. He knew he didn’t have to wait for me, since I took at least twice as long to get ready, but he always did.

He pushed off the wall when I appeared, falling into step with me. “We should switch gyms.”

I laughed. “Why would we do that?”

He grumbled under his breath. “The teachers are going downhill.”

I arched a brow. “Could it be that you haven’t quite recovered and are struggling?”

“Obviously not.” He huffed. “I’m fully recovered.” He wouldn’t have it any other way. He was doing a lot better, thank goodness, but even I’d noticed he’d been dragging during class.

Not that I would say that out loud.

I patted his shoulder. “Sure, buddy. Definitely the teachers.”

He ignored my sarcasm. “What are you doing the rest of the day?”

Our Saturdays almost always started with the gym, then we grabbed smoothies or coffee, depending on our mood and need for caffeine. After Nate plowed me into his bathroom vanity, I’d had an incredible night’s sleep. Today was going to be a smoothie day.

“Entertaining Kelly, I suppose. I also promised Nate I would optimize his bedroom for sleeping. Things kept coming up, and I’m determined today is the day.”

His head swiveled toward me. “Nate’s having trouble sleeping?”

“Uh…yeah. I was under the impression it was a chronic thing.”

He scratched the side of his head. “He hasn’t mentioned anything.”

And Adrian almost sounded devastated by that. The Wells boys were thick as thieves. Their group chat was a living, breathing thing. If even an hour went by without one of them sending a message, they were all being held hostage…or asleep.

I tried to soften the blow of my knowing something about Nate Adrian didn’t. “It isn’t like he told me either. It’s just kind of hard to miss when we share a bed.”

“Hmmm.” He held open the door for the smoothie place, ushering me inside in front of him. “How much longer is that going to continue?”