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“No, I don’t. I’m a girl; I don’t wear your shit,” I lied, sitting up as he studied me.

“You’ve been drinking.”

“So? Fuck off out of my room,Jesus!”

“You’ve got a foul mouth, sis. You’re lucky I’m running late, or I’d wash it out with fucking soap. Oh, by the way, you look like shit.” He grinned at the last part, and I threw a teddy from my desk at the closing door.

Bastard.

Where’s Theo, anyway?

Theo always woke me up with an annoying phone call, insisting it was more successful than an alarm. I searched for my phone, finally locating it under my mattress.

How had it ended up there?

I had thirteen missed calls and a text from Theo telling me to make my own way to school.

Fuck!

“Ryan!” I yelled, climbing out of bed while tripping on my duvet. “Ryan, I need a ride to school!”

I threw myself in the shower, scrubbing myself at record speed. I pulled on my black thong, spraying deodorant under my arms while groaning at the sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes ringed with leftover makeup, my hair sticking up in all directions.

Great.

I whirled around crashing into a hard chest, as I yelped in surprise.

“Fuck’ssake, Phillips,” whistled my best friend, his eyes wide.

“Theo!”

I threw my arms around him without thinking, elated that I wouldn’t have to take two buses to school.

“Mm, that’s a pretty little sight right there,” Theo murmured, reaching down to squeeze my ass as he gazed into the mirror behind me.

I sank my teeth into my lip, pushing him out of the way before he saw the effect he had on me.

“I’ll be ready in like, two minutes max,” I called over my shoulder.

Theo leaned against the doorway, looking effortlessly attractive despite having been out until the same time as me last night. He wore a grey hoodie over his jeans, a cap worn backward as his dark curls escaped out from under it.

His eyes danced with amusement as I threw clothes onto the floor.

All I wanted was a pair of jeans, and all I could find were shirts. Finally, I located my skinny white jeans and pulled them on as Theo sucked in a breath from behind me.

“Skimpy black thong under skin-tight white jeans? You’rekillingme.”

“If my brother hears you, he will kill you.”

Theo walked forward as I clipped my bra under my t-shirt, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor.

“No one is home, so there’s no one to hearanything.” He breathed, trailing his finger down my spine as I shuddered under his touch.

“Consider this your last warning,” I said, tugging a black sweater on before pushing my feet into thigh-high boots.

“Let’s fuck. Just once. Then it’s done. The sexual tension is gone,” Theo suggested as I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail.

I glared at him in the mirror as I twisted it into a bun, pinning it in place as I dabbed balm on my lips. Glancing at my reflection before I stood up, spying Ryan’s jacket on the back of my door. I smirked as I shrugged it on, looking over at Theo, who was sitting back on my bed, his jeans showing exactly how excited he was.