Soaked Wet for My Three Exes(a reverse harem story)
I thought about texting her something stupid, some dumb joke about Noah trying to steal her while I was gone but I didn’t.
She’d probably laugh, then send me a photo of her in one of my shirts, legs bare, hair messy from sleep. That image alone was enough to make the next few days feel shorter.
I was halfway through a coffee when I heard heels clicking fast on the polished floor.
I looked up.
Darcelle.
She was walking straight toward me, hair loose and wind tousled like she’d driven over with the top down, wearing that oversized cream sweater that slipped off one shoulder and those leggings that hugged every curve. No makeup, no armor, just her. Eyes bright, cheeks flushed from the cold outs