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Eva
Another week passed. Things between Pick and I should’ve smoothed out and fallen into a nice, platonic routine.
Well, shoulda, coulda, woulda.
After we—or maybe it was just he—decided we weren’t going to be anything more than friends, the s****l tension between us grew thicker.
One morning, I made sure I was awake when he got out of the shower because he never remembered to take clothes with him to change into. And he made sure to drop his towel and give me a show, like he always did. When he glanced my way at one point, giving me a side profile of him, I bit my lip and slid my hand under the sheet as if I was going to touch myself.
His gaze heated and his c**k grew out from his body as if on command. I stared at it as I arched up my back and sucked in a breath.
“f**k,” he ch
