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I pick at the purple nail polish on my fingers, deep in thought at the way he’s just brushed it off. But I decide not to push it further and instead lighten the mood.

Turning to him, I plaster on my trademark bratty grin. “Aww, mommy’s boy candefinitelylook after himself.”

He wiggles his fingers in front of him, mimicking my smile. “Don’t push it, Rocket.”

I roll my eyes and lean back into him. “Ugh, I’m way too tired to be tickled right now.”

He shifts behind my weight, as I feel his palm move over my hair. It's soothing, and my eyelids flutter shut in response, not only because I’m exhausted but also because of the way his touch makes me feel.

“What about your mom? How are things?”

I pinch my lips together as the easiness I felt a moment ago disappears. “There’s not much to say. Not much has changed. She’s still the same serial dater.”

“Do you see your dad?” He continues smoothing my hair, but I’m not sure he’s aware he’s doing it. Normally, Zach is hesitant with the way he touches me, but tonight... tonight he’s different. Like his inhibitions have lifted, or maybe a switch has flicked, who knows. I just know I can’t afford to let my mind read too much into anything with him.

“No. We speak every now and then. You know he has younger children and a new wife now though, so I guess his priorities are elsewhere.”

“I’m sorry they aren’t more present in your life.”

Me too.

“I’ve gotten used to dealing with things alone.”

“I guess we’re both kind of used to fighting our own battles.”

I shift further into him, relaxing even more. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

My eyelids areheavy as I drift in and out of a semi-conscious state when Zach startles me, both his arms now wrapped around my waist. “Shit, it’s past one in the morning. We must’ve fallen asleep.”

I bolt right up as the blankets pool at my waist. “Oh, shit. I better get going.” I stretch up, but my body is exhausted, like a lead weight, having spent all day and most of the night working hard.

“You shouldn’t drive when you’re this tired, Luna. It’s kind of dangerous. I can take you back.”

I arch a brow at his dazed and heavy eyes. “Pot.” I point at him. “Meet the kettle.” I point at myself.

Looking around, he scratches his chest, clearly contemplating. “You can stay here if you want. I can take the couch.”

“You’re joking, right? You can barely get one leg on this thing. I can take the couch.”

He frowns. “Like hell.”

“Well, I don’t see many more options.” I get up to grab my keys and bag. Yawning and stumbling slightly on my way over to the kitchen.

“Just stay here. I have a king-size bed. We can make it work, as long as you promise not to steal the blankets in the night.”

Share a bed? Oh shit. This is not part ofOperation Get Over Wanting Zach Evans.

So that’s why my next words makecompletesense. “Yeah, okay. No harm, I guess.”

ZACH

Luna steps out of the bathroom across the hall, my eyes laser focused on her as she makes her way down in one of my Scorpions shirts. I lent it to her since she had no sleepwear, and I figured sleeping in just underwear or naked probably wasn’t the right way to go. Even if my dick argues it absolutely, one hundred percent is.

She looks fucking sensational wrapped in my old training shirt, and for a brief moment, I imagine what she’d look like in my jersey.

Like a fucking dream.

My cock hardens further.