You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors 1)

We somehow had to manage this, because there was no way I could keep my clothes in my bedroom. I’d have to move everything back and forth every time a Winchester came to visit, a

nd they liked to drop by unannounced.

On Saturday, I was all jittery on the subway ride to the house. Leonie had already sent all my stuff there yesterday. I only had time for a quick tour before Tess and Skye picked me up for my bachelorette party. I couldn’t wait. Sure, I was liable to get drunk and say something I wasn’t supposed to, but I needed to blow off some steam.

Besides, Hunter and I had fabricated some more details about our relationship at the beginning of the week. We’d had dinner together and plotted. It had started out fun. We each came up with potential questions Tess and Skye would throw at me.

By the end of it, I was breathless and needy and thoughts I should never have about my best friend were now permanently branded in my brain. It had started benignly enough, but then I’d somehow dug my own grave.

“What if they ask me intimate details?” I’d asked.

Hunter had winked. “Just tell them I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“Always so humble.” My cheeks had heated up. Even now, I blushed as I remembered the conversation.

My face still felt hot as I knocked at the door. Hunter welcomed me with a lazy smile, gesturing for me to step inside. He was wearing a very thin shirt—it was practically transparent. I had to make a concerted effort not to trace all those muscles with my gaze. Damn it. The man looked like sex on a stick.

“Wow, this looks incredible,” I said the second I stepped inside the house. It had been completely empty when the real estate agent had shown it to us, and was unrecognizable with all the furniture. The living room was split in two areas: the kitchen, complete with an island and barstools and a glass table, and the living area, defined by a celestial blue couch with three seats.

“Leonie outdid herself. She already unpacked everything.”

I still wasn’t sure how we were going to handle having separate bedrooms but keeping all our clothes in one place. It seemed like a lot of hassle and a lot of bumping into each other.

We didn’t have time to talk logistics, because both of our bachelor parties were starting in a few minutes.

Skye and Tess arrived first.

“Ready?” Tess asked, rubbing her palms together in excitement.

“Depends, are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”

They both vehemently shook their heads. I turned to Hunter, who was watching us with an amused expression.

“Fiancé, don’t you have anything to tell them? A warning? A lecture?”

“Afraid you can’t handle your own bachelorette party?” he asked lazily.

Tess snickered. “You talk as if you’ll be able to handle yours.”

Hunter’s eyes flashed.

“Okay. Here are some ground rules. Don’t get my girl too drunk. Don’t let anyone come on to her. And whatever you do, don’t torture her with questions.”

Skye smiled indulgently. “Awww, that’s so sweet. Completely useless, but points for trying.”

***

Hunter

My cousin Ryker was a master at organizing events. He’d scheduled a full day. We’d started with a rafting trip on a river just outside the city and were finishing the night by going to a bar. It was just the three of us: Ryker, Cole, and me.

“Didn’t think I’d see the day you married,” Ryker exclaimed when we downed the second round of tequila.

“Ryker, don’t start,” Cole said.

“Why not? Need to understand what changed his mind.”

“Why?” I asked.