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I didn’t want to wake True up and risk fucking up Noah’s sleep. He wasn’t on his sleep meds anymore and if him not popping up in my bed randomly wasn’t enough evidence, him drinking again told me everything I needed to know.

With my hands buried deep in the pockets of my sweats, I watched them until a familiar yearning made my chest hurt.

Tearing my eyes away from them, I looked at the movie still playing on the screen and found the remote to turn it off.

As soon as the room was completely silent, True startled awake, blinking against the light bathing the room.

“Greyson?” Her voice was scratchy.

“Red.”

“What time is it?” she stretched before gingerly standing up from the couch. Then she placed a pillow in her spot againstthe arm of the sofa, giving Noah’s head a place to rest when he finally tipped all the way over.

“It’s one.”

Her eyes widened in alarm at my announcement before she watched me grab a throw blanket and place it over Noah’s form. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up and relief worked through me. At least one of us would get some sleep tonight.

Because lately, I spent most of my nights staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out the twisted desire that had stamped itself into my DNA.

When our eyes locked again, True’s expression had softened.

“I should go,” she whispered, attempting to tiptoe around the couch to find her shoes and bag.

She’d changed out of her tight, black jeans into a pair of Noah’s sweats after dinner and a twinge of envy was quickly overpowered by longing.

“Greyson?” True hissed, pulling my attention back to her. “Can you walk me to my door?”

I nodded absently, running my gaze over her. Her lipstick had faded, her eyeliner was smudged from how much she rubbed her eyes when she was fighting sleep, and her hair was in a messy bun at the nape of her neck. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I closed the space between us, stopping less than an inch in front of her.

“Noah is taking you shopping for a reception dress tomorrow because I have to take care of something at the resort.”

True blinked up at me, her pretty eyes low and fixed on mine. “I know. I’ll be ready when he comes to get me.”

I didn’t resist my desire to touch her and reached up to hold her face in my hands. “Why haven’t I kissed you in a week?”

She blinked again and a flirtatious light entered her sleepy gaze. “Because you haven’t tried.”

“It’s all on me, huh?” I asked, smiling down at her when our bodies brushed, the friction enough to send frissons of desire surging through me.

“Yea.” True nodded, licking her lips. “I like following your lead.”

Fuck. Me.

My lips crashed into hers before another thought could form and she instantly moaned against my mouth, pushing her tongue past the seam of my lips.

“Just neighbors?” I asked, winded from her kisses.

Her voice was just as breathless when she said, “Yea.”

“Liar.” I bit down on her plump bottom lip, loving the way she whimpered before kissing me again.

“I know,” she conceded on a groan. “I missed your mouth.”

The sound of our kisses and the clock ticking above the mantle were the only noises in the room.

I shot a glance at the couch and saw that Noah was still sleeping before I pressed my forehead against hers.

“Fuck, True.”