Page 109 of Rising Heat

Casual fun. Doesn’t have to mean anything.

It’s not like they’re going to try and trap me into a relationship for god’s sake, I mean really.

What’s the worst that can happen?

I press my palms over my face.

This is fine.

I’m a grown-ass woman who moved all the way to a new city specifically to stop making myself smaller and start saying yes to the things I actually want.

And if that occasionally means being ping-ponged naked between a hot firefighter sandwich…

Below, I hear the low murmur of voices and my stomach somersaults before I can pretend otherwise. I’m acutely aware that it has nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the fact that I already know the difference between Tyler’s morning voice and Mack’s.

I throw the blankets off of myself and sit up, no longer able to ignore the ache that’s been pooling between my legs since yesterday. With a low groan, I grab my phone and make my way to the mirror in the ensuite.

I brush my teeth one-handed while unlocking my screen with the other.

Darcy

You up?

Bex

For you? Always.

Bex

But it’s suspiciously early for you. What’s happening?

Darcy

Nothing yet. That’s the problem.

Bex

That’s cryptic, tell me more.

Darcy

I’m going downstairs.

Bex

RIGHT NOW?!

Bex

A morning booty call?!

Bex

OMG I’m here for this.

I snort toothpaste into the sink.

Darcy