Secret Infatuation
There was a pause an unspoken recognition of how far things had come.
I clapped Nathan on the shoulder. “Coffee?”
“Only if I don’t have to see any more of Alex’s bare ass.”
“No promises.”
Nathan sat at the island, nursing a cup of strong black coffee while Olivia leaned casually against the counter, every movement deliberate, playful… provocative. Her short shorts hugged her curves, and that clingy cami left little to the imagination. She clearly enjoyed the way Nathan tried not to look.
Alex moved fluidly through the kitchen behind me, pulling pans from drawers, barefoot, toned, and shirtless—completely at ease. I handed him eggs, trying not to smirk when I caught Nathan glancing between us