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“Gotcha.That’s tricky.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you think there’s something going on between them?”

She lifts a shoulder.“I should talk to him.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“You’re the best, you know that?”Allie follows me to the living room.

I stand awkwardly by the bathroom door while she rouses Issac from his slumber.The two of them shuffle back to her room and close the door.I put Mr.Tinkles down and grab my throw off the rack and hang the one Issac was using in its place.

I toss and turn trying to find a comfortable position.Then it happens.The loud, none of my business makeup sex between Issac and Allie.I put my pillow over my head, debating on smothering myself.Not really.

I can’t handle this.I slowly open my bedroom door.Justice is on his side facing the window.I can’t tell whether or not he’s awake.I drop my pillow on the opposite side and scootch under the covers while trying not to wake him.

“What are you doing, Bean?”his voice comes out tired.

“Do you hear that?”

“They can hear it on the goddamn moon.”He laughs.“I take it the couch is free.”

“Yeah, but it’s even louder in there.I have earplugs in my nightstand for such occasions.”

“Jesus,” he mutters as I dig around in my drawer for them.

“So, how’s things back home?”

“Same shit, different day.”

“You still dating that bimbo?”

“Don’t do that?”his voice sounds hollow.

“Whatever.Here.”I hand him a pack.

“We broke up,” he finally says.

I don’t know what to say to that, so I say nothing.

The silence stretches between us, then he says, “What?No sarcastic remark?”

I make the motion of locking my lips and throwing away the key.

He chuckles.“Brat.”

“Peckerhead.”

“Go to sleep, Bean.”

The two of us put our earplugs in, and eventually I stop being nervous about the fact that I have Justice Delgado in my bed.All six feet of him, with his messy dark hair and goatee.Those dark brown eyes that nearly look black.Those lips of his that I’ve dreamed of kissing a million times.

I lay on my side staring at him as he lies on his back staring at my ceiling.

What would he do if I just went for it right now and pressed my mouth to his?

Would he push me away or would he finally admit that he wants me as much as I crave him?