26
Heidi
I woke up to the sound of the door slamming, and Emery yelling my name, “Heidi?”
“Oh, f**k,” I murmured.
Landon groaned next to me and tugged me closer to him. Either he was the deepest sleeper ever or he simply didn’t care that my best friend, his freaking ex-girlfriend, was about to walk in on us while we were half-naked.
“Landon,” I said, shoving him. “Get up. Get up. Get up. You need to…like, hide in the closet.”
His brown eyes slowly opened and stared up at me. He had a sexy grin on his face and said, “Morning.”
“Landon, come on.”
“Did you say, hide in the closet?” he asked, as if just processing what I’d said.
“Yeah, Emery is—”
Just then Emery burst into the room, dressed in a pair of tiny black shorts and an oversize black T-shirt. It could have been Jensen’s.
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