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asymmetrical blouse. “This would go great with those booties you had on this morning.”
    “Nice change of subject, Lo.” I pull my shirt off by the hem and turn around to slip my feet back into my booties when she hands me the blouse. “Thanks.”
    “Wait, you’re not going to wear a bra underneath that?”
    “Nope, that way I can get naked faster.” I smirk at her, and she shakes her head at me in admonishment.
    “You’re uncontrollable, and I may be able to see your nipples.”
    “That’s nothing new.”
    She sighs and holds her hands up in surrender. “Fine, but I’m serious about Owen, Hads. He’s off-limits and mine.”
    “You’ve got it,” I say as I follow her out of the room and to her front door. This Owen guy lives a few doors down from her . . . well, us. We’re standing outside of the door to apartment 1318 as it swings open and we’re greeted by a rather fuckable piece of . . .
    “Hey Owen, how are you?”
    . . . and there goes that dick. I can see her attraction to him; his blonde hair is pulled up into a man bun, and his beard is neatly trimmed. I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like scratching my inner thighs. He’s built, tall, and lean all at once. He’s a head turner.
    “Hey, thanks for coming. You must be Hadley,” he says, and he holds out his hand to me. I offer him mine, and we shake briefly.
    “Sure am. It’s nice to meet you, Owen.”
    His eyes stray from mine and down my body, pausing at my nipples before he looks back at Lola. “Holden will be joining us. I think the asshole is trying to play nice for once.”
    “That’s sweet of him. Hads, Holden is Owen’s roommate and older brother.”
    A darker-haired stud walks around the corner, wiping his hands off as we walk into the living room. “You fuckers already talking about me?”
    Owen shakes his head and gestures towards me. “Holden, this is Hadley. Hadley . . . Holden.”
    “Hey, thanks for inviting me to dinner. You definitely didn’t need to, but thank you nonetheless.”
    “Nah, it’s not a problem. We’ve got plenty to go around. Why don’t you join me in the kitchen and we’ll give these two some privacy,” he offers as he gestures to Lo and Owen. Owen has his arms round Lo, and she is looking up at him over her shoulder, begging for him to lay his lips on her . . . anywhere. Shit, I can feel the sexual tension rolling off of them.
    “Uhm, yeah, that sounds good.”
    I follow him into the kitchen, and he pulls out a beer from the refrigerator. “What do you drink?”
    “Whiskey if you’ve got it, please.”
    “Sure thing. We’ve got a few different bottles. They’re in the cabinet you’re standing in front of. Help yourself to any of them,” he states as he reaches for a rocks glass. I take the opportunity to drink him in. He’s tall, possibly six-foot-one or -two. He’s got on black pants, a plain white shirt and a beanie. The part of his hair that I’m able to see seems to be a dark blonde, almost brown in color. Huh, he’s actually pretty fucking gorgeous .
    I turn around and pull open the cabinet, revealing his bottles of whiskey. Most of them are inexpensive, but they taste classy. Elijah Craig will have to do for tonight. I hand him the bottle of my choice and lean back against the countertop.
    “So what do you do, Hads? I can call you that, right? I’ve heard Lo mention you a few times.”
    “Hads is fine with me.” He holds up a large sphere of ice with a questioning look on his face. “I’ll take it straight up, thanks. And I just uprooted and moved here, so I guess that I don’t really have an answer to that question yet.”
    He pours me two fingers before handing the glass off to me.
    “Fair enough, but what are you interested in?”
    I take a drink of the sublimely smooth whiskey, noting the creamy sweetness to the finish. “Whiskey, yoga, and sex.”
    “My kind of girl.”
    “Oh? Because of the whiskey?”
    “Nah, I can’t stand that shit. Owen and I