Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Nah, must’ve been Cole. He gets up at the ass crack of dawn to run.” Travis turns around to face me, a sleepy grin on his face. But, when he sweeps his gaze over my form, the smile falls, and he gapes.
“What?” I ask as I pour myself a cup. “Leah got me started on coffee when I lived with them. I like it. Makes my mind sharper.”
He makes a choking sound. I glance over at him to see what’s wrong, but he’s already turned his back on me again, to fumble with the microwave. Don’t get me wrong. His back is nice. Really nice. Muscular, tattooed, smooth. But his whole demeanor changed in a second.
Why is he acting so weird?
I stir in some sugar and then hunt down some creamer in the fridge. Each time I pass him, he turns slightly away as if to avoid looking at me. Unease washes over me. Did I do something wrong?
“Is everything okay?”
He nods and then rushes out of the kitchen. Maybe he’s just one of those people who are grumpy in the morning.
The front door opens, and I hear Cole greet Travis. Then, Cole strides into the kitchen on a hunt for a cold water bottle. He guzzles it down in three gulps, not even noticing me standing there. I, however, can’t seem to peel my eyes off the way his soaked-with-sweat shirt clings to his muscular body. In just a pair of running shorts and T-shirt, he looks good. A lot younger too. And, if I’m honest with myself, really hot.
Now my cheeks are turning hot.
Great.
Finally, he turns his eyes in my direction. He flashes me a warm smile that lights up his handsome face, and then his eyes slide down my body. By the time he reaches my bare feet, he’s scowling and tense.
Not again.
“What the hell is that, Savvy?”
Travis sniggers from the living room.
“Coffee,” I say with a frown. “What’s the big deal? You drink it too.”
“Not the damn coffee,” Cole growls. “That.”
He flicks his fingers at me as if he’s disgusted. I glance down, suddenly horrified at the thought that maybe I started my period, and blood is running down my legs. Thankfully, nothing is there.
“What?” I ask, irritation blossoming in my chest. I set my coffee down and take a step toward him. “What’s the deal with you two this morning?”
Cole staggers back as though I have the plague. This has me pausing, heart rate hammering in my chest. He angrily thrusts a finger at me.
“That,” he says, pointing at my shirt, “and that.” This time, he points at my shorts.
They’re being weird because they don’t like my pajamas.
Seriously?
“You’re forbidden from wearing that ever again,” Cole snaps. “Go change now.”
I gape at him, confused. Travis materializes behind him and clutches his shoulder.
“That’s enough, man. You’re being a dick.”
Cole shakes his head. “She’s practically naked, Trav. Naked. What the fuck?”
Naked?
Is he insane?
I’m wearing a T-shirt and shorts. I’ve had these pajamas for like three years. My mom bought them for me.
“I’m going to be late for work,” Cole grumbles, shaking off Travis and hightailing it out of the kitchen. Seconds later the door to his room slams shut.
Feeling embarrassed, I cross my arms over my chest, fighting tears. “I don’t understand what just happened. What did I do wrong?”
Travis, whom I now see is wearing a shirt, groans. “Nothing, little S. We’re just not used to having a…”
“A what?” My voice is shrill and I’m shaking.
He steals a quick glance down at my legs and then his cheeks turn red when he looks back up again. “A woman in our house looking all domestic, and you know, really, really, um, underdressed.”
Now we’re both blushing.
This is so stupid.
They’re acting like assholes because I’m walking around in my sleepwear.
“Underdressed? They’re freaking pajamas, Travis.” I turn on my heel and head over to my coffee. He makes another garbled sound behind me. “What?”
When I spin around, I catch him adjusting himself. Wait. Are they both losing their minds because they like what they see? The thought is shocking, but also, gratifying.
Two grown men attracted to little ol’ me in sleepwear.
“I’m going to be blunt, little S,” Travis says, shaking his head. “Your ass is hanging out of those shorts.”
Feeling emboldened, I sip my coffee and then grin at him. “Learn to control yourselves. This is your new normal. Get used to it.” I’m a woman. They’re men. It’s the way of the world.
He bites down on his bottom lip, trying and failing to hide a smile. “Touché. I can handle it, but five bucks says Cole’s in the cold shower right now beating his dick into submission. Go easy on him.”
I nearly choke on my coffee. The image of Cole stroking his cock to thoughts of me is shocking. I don’t hate it, though.