Page 64 of When We Feel


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I know him.

“It’s, um… I had a scoop of ice cream.”

“Ice cream?”

We lock eyes.

“Yes. Fruit sorbet.”

There’s no better lie than a half-truth.

“Was it good?” he murmurs, not believing a word I’m saying.

“It was delicious.”

I grin in response. Even if he doesn’t believe me, he has to accept my explanation.

“I need to take a shower,” I say.

“Sure… Go ahead.”

He pushes to his feet.

“I’m gonna go check on Raven,” he says, his cock bouncing as he moves.

I can’t help myself and give him a swift once over.

“Dressed like that?”

My voice is strained, a bit hoarse. Catching a little.

He pivots to face me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yeah… What’s the problem?”

His hands latch onto his hips while I move my gaze up and down. His pecs seem even more sculpted, his dick ready to stir at any moment.

He’s not even at her door, and he’s semi-hard.

It’s not like I won’t see his dick entering her tonight. I just want to put some mental space between that moment and the time I spent with her in that hotel.

“There’s no problem,” I say, annoyed. “Don’t they have a dress code in this hotel?” I mutter, unable to suppress the sarcasm dripping in my voice.

“Maybe they have. They haven’t pointed it out to me before.”

“Obviously. Smart people,” I comment, pulling a set of new clothes from the closet. “Well, you do what you want, but she’s probably getting ready for dinner. And you’re going to see her, anyway.”

“Uh-huh…”

He seems sunk in thought. I look at him and straighten my back, a towel in hand.

“What’s the problem?”

“No problem.”

He avoids my eyes.

I drop the towel on the bed and inch closer to him.

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