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“How much time do we have before the food gets here?” I ask.

Kylie checks her phone. “Looks like twenty minutes.”

I nod. “Do you mind if I shower first? Then I can go down and grab our food.”

“That works.”

I pull out my sweatpants and clean underwear before closing myself in the bathroom. I suck in a breath when I get in the shower before the water is warm. I need the cold plunge to cool off my raging libido.

Except all I can think about is the way Kylie was squirming in her seat while the audiobook’s two main characters fucked each other’s brains out. How wet was she? Did the dirty talk turn her on? It sure as fuck did me. I love dirty talk. My mouth runs a mile a minute anyway, so when a girl I’m with gets off on the dirty shit that comes out of my head, it only makes things hotter.

Fuck.

This shower was supposed to help me calm down, not rile me up more. Am I seriously going to jack off when my best friend is in the other room?

I look at my cock. It’s stretching up toward my belly button, very clearly not going anywhere any time soon.

Yep. I sure am.

After calling myself a right bastard, I pump some soap into my hand and grip my shaft. Even that sends shivers through me.

At least this won’t take long.

I start stroking, trying to keep my mind from imagining someone I have no business thinking of right now. All that does is make me think of Kylie more. What would she do if she heard me in here?

Would she investigate? Maybe she’d open the door, asking if I’m okay, only to find me choking my cock with my fist because she’s so goddamn beautiful I can’t help it. Would she gasp and run away? Or would she strip down and get in with me?

Maybe she’d push my hand away and take control of my cock with expert precision before dropping down to her knees. Just the thought of how she’d look, staring up at me with lust in her eyes, is enough to make me explode.

A groan rumbles through my chest as ropes of cum shoot out of me until I sag against the tile.

“Gray? Are you all right?”

I jump, guilt washing away the endorphins faster than they arrived. “I’m—” I clear my throat. “I’m fine. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

“I thought I heard you groan. Just wanted to make sure you’re alive in there.”

I wheeze out a laugh. Fuck me running. “Just…stubbed my toe.” I roll my eyes at the ridiculous lie, but it’s the best I can do.

“Oh, okay then.”

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I finish washing my body and get out of the shower. I dry off quickly, pulling on my underwear and sweatpants despite still being a little damp.

When I step out of the bathroom, I find Kylie curled up in the middle of the bed with her Kindle in hand. She looks up from her book, her eyes widening when she sees me shirtless. Then her eyes dip down to my crotch, and I groan internally.

Fucking grey sweatpants. I did not do that on purpose.

Her cheeks are flushed when I turn away to find a T-shirt. Could I make this any more uncomfortable? Jesus.

I’m normally so careful when I’m walking the line between being Kylie’s best friend and having feelings for her. It mainly protects me from my heart breaking any more than it already has, but it also allows Kylie to be confident in our friendship.

When I turn back around, Kylie’s still blushing, but she’s focused on her phone. I need to get out of this room before I do something even more stupid. “I’m gonna go meet the delivery person. Do you want me to grab you a Diet Coke from the vending machine?”

She meets my gaze. “I ordered us drinks with our food.”

I nod, stepping toward the bed to press a kiss on the top of her head. It’s a silent apology and an olive branch to say this doesn’t have to be weird if we don’t want it to be.

Kylie softens, smiling up at me in acknowledgment.