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“Are you okay, An?” I asked, my voice soft and kept stepping side to side to block Caleb’s view. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a broader back like his, so he kept poking his head around. “Let’s get you to your room, yeah? Alice can stay with us?—”

“Move!” Caleb held my arm and dragged me behind his back, his eyes narrowing on me. “I just discovered I fucked Aaron’s mom.”

“Damn, mama.” He looked at Anna’s face, which was drained of color. “I didn’t think you’d be his mom.”

“Then what did you think?” I said, crossing my arms. “I bet nothing.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “I thought she was his aunt.”

“I don’t understand.” Anna blinked, shaking her head. “Y-you were with Aaron? I… I didn’t know he had an ex like you.”

My brows went up, and so did Caleb’s. But Anna quickly continued, stepping closer to him than I’d like, “I mean, I didn’t know it was you. And I…”

For Christ’s sake, this was going nowhere.

“Both of you,” I said, separating them and meeting their eyes. “You need to get a drink.”

“Wait a minute, Kyle.” Anna asked, narrowing her gaze at me. “Why were you sneaking up on us in the morning?”

Caleb smirked as he wrapped his arm around my waist, but I pushed him away. Still, his annoyingly handsome smirk remained as replied to her, “Because he has hots for me and wanted a repeat of what happened months ago, am I right, darling?”

I pushed my glasses on the bridge of my nose, ignoring his peering eyes at me, and sighed. “I need a drink too.”

Anna looked at us and muttered underneath her breath, “Boys…” She walked between us, and we both looked after her, especially the way her ass was so perfect in the dress.

“Damn,” Caleb breathed out, licking his lips.

For once, I agreed.

“Stop stripping her in your head,” I said coldly before following Anna.

I ordered a cold beer and took a few big gulps before eyeing Anna, who was sitting in one of the empty tables. She was talking to Alice, whose eyelids kept closing, her head bobbing in her mother’s direction. I smiled at them before drinking more. Someone is up well past her bedtime.

Marissa and I could have a little copy of us running around. He or she could be four years old and befriend Alice, playing house together.

I swallowed, my throat constricting at the hurried phone call, news of her and?—

“You good?”

I blinked, averting my eyes to the shoulder length hair, glossy hair. What the hell did he use to make it look so good? I frowned harder when he sipped on a glass of cold water, its condensation sliding down his knuckles and silver rings.

That hand was stroking my cock this morning.

I cleared my throat and looked away, emptying my glass of beer. I ordered another one and felt his stare on the side of my face.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He drawled, leaning on the counter, spreading his legs on the stool.

“Nothing,” I quipped, making a point not to look at his crotch. Or even think about how his dick looked kind of nice with a metal piercing. I was definitely not thinking about how good his breath had felt against my skin and how I had not at all wondered about his lips on me.

Nope.

Not at all.

“Your cheeks and neck are red,” Caleb said, leaning close, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re remembering our hot morning, aren’t you? Naughty, naughty.”

I clenched my hand, wrapping it around the glass, but before I could drink my beer, he stopped me and swallowed it. My eyes watched the steady back and forth of his prominent Adam’s apple. I swallowed, feeling my mouth dry.

“I don’t want you to drink too much.” He licked his lips and said, “I know we’re both thinking the same thing.”