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2. He’s way more experienced than me, so he’d have to literally teach me how to please him in the bedroom (no guy wants to do that, right?)

3. He sees me like a little sister or at the very least only a friend

4. He’s Delilah’s ex, which means she’s already slept with him

5. See number four

Delilah would freak out if she ever found out what Waylon and I did tonight. Texting is one thing, but he helped me orgasm over the phone and talked to me in a way I’ve never experienced before. She might’ve forgiven him for “cheating” years ago, but hooking up with her little sister would be unforgivable.

Even on the off chance he was into me, we’d have to keep it a secret, and then what’s the point?

I wouldn’t want to risk our relationship either.

It’s better not to even think anything more could happen between us, but I can still enjoy him teaching me things, if he’seven up for it after tonight. It’d be nice to get tips before I go on a first date with someone.

Assuming I can even get one.

Chapter Eighteen

Waylon

“Way-Way…” Wilder drawls, walking sideways out of Delilah’s truck. “You missed a goooood party.”

“I’m sure,” I deadpan, though I had a much better night staying home.

Delilah’s arm wraps around his waist, going toward the stairs, but at this rate, he’s going to trip and bring them both down.

“I’ll grab him.” I push off my door frame and take her place. “Thank you again for keepin’ an eye on him. Appreciate it.”

She licks her lips and brushes a sweaty strand of hair off her face. “No problem. He was on hisbestbehavior.”

I snort. “That’d be a first.”

She walks behind us as I help Waylon upstairs, and eventually, I get him through the door. He stumbles into the living room, then drops to the sofa and kicks up his feet.

“You gonna sleep here with your clothes and boots on?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he mumbles, already drifting off to sleep.

Sighing, I grab his hand and pull him up to his full height. “C’mon, go to your bed so you don’t wake up with a stiff back. We’re not spring chickens anymore.”

“I saw your buddy, Teddy,” he mumbles.

I roll my eyes. “You mean Jake?”

He laughs at himself. “Yeah, him. You gave him a nice shiner.”

“And I’ll give him another if he goes near you.”

“Don’t worry, she told him off and to get lost before he could even speak to me.” He sighs. “Not that I planned to anyway.”

Delilah giggles, following as I direct Wilder where to go.

Glancing back at her, I mouth, “Thank you.”

“I’m gonna marry her…” he drunkenly announces before plopping down on his bed with his shoes on the floor.

“Who?” I ask.