The Bookworm's Guide to Flirting (The Bookworm's Guide 3)

Dylan hid behind his cup of tea. “Saylor.”

“Well, I’m never doing that again.” I closed down my laptop and grabbed the yoga mat, rolling it up. My cheeks were warm and flushed, and I knew my entire face would be red.

I was even sweating a little.

The worst was the aching between my legs.

I did not need to be reminded that I’d had one hell of a hardcore orgasm last night—and feeling Dylan’s cock pressing against me had answered one of the questions my fantasy about him screwing me on the sofa had raised.

It was awkward enough as it was, and now this.

“We clearly need to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk,” I said honestly, and I darted to my room with my laptop and yoga mat in tow.

“It’s obvious that we need to,” Dylan said, appearing in the doorway to my bedroom.

Damn it.

I hadn’t closed it.

What an idiot.

I glanced over at him with what I hoped was an unimpressed look and folded my arms across my chest. “Fine. You can talk. I’ll listen.”

His lips twitched to one side. “We’re clearly attracted to each other and pretending like we aren’t isn’t going to make it go away.”

“I’m not sure acknowledging it will do it either.”

“No, but the sooner we both accept it, the less awkward it’s going to be.” He put his hands in his pockets. “We both agreed to keep things platonic, and if we’re going to do that, we have to normalize the situation.”

“If we’re going to keep it platonic? There is no other option, is there?”

“Sure there is. I could throw you back on your bed and deal with the problem your little yoga session gave me.” Dylan shrugged. “Or we can accept the other person is off-limits and it’s not going to happen.”

“It’s not going to happen,” I replied.

If my clitoris were a sentient being, she’d be screaming at me right now.

“It would be awkward, and I don’t see how we could live together if we ever crossed that line,” I continued. “I don’t see how we can live together now and I’ve only felt your dick pressed against my thigh, never mind anything else.”

His eyes flashed when I mentioned his cock. “We are far too close to your bed for you to be referencing my dick,” he said in a low voice, and his gaze darted in the direction of my bed, as if he was warning me that he’d make good on the other option if I didn’t cut it out.

Swallowing hard, I straightened up and looked away from him. “Well, it’s my bedroom, so perhaps you should move further away.”

He lifted his wrist. “I’m going to go for a run. Will you be here when I get back?”

“Nope. I don’t think I can ever be alone with you in this apartment ever again.” I shrugged and, after meeting his gaze, let my lips quirk into a small smile. “I have to go to the store, then we’re all meeting at Bronco’s, remember?”

“Shit, yeah. I’m gonna be late. I forgot. I’ll have to shower and shit before I can come.”

“It’s fine. We can wait for you.” I waved my hand. “Oh, I never got to ask. How was your date last night? What time did you get in?”

He stilled. “Late. Not sure what time it was. You were already asleep, ‘cause I called out and you didn’t answer.”

“Oh. How was it?”

“It was good,” he said slowly. Too slowly.

“You’re not going to see her again, are you?”

He shook his head. “She’s nice, but I didn’t feel it.”

“It happens.” I toyed with the edge of my shirt. “Are you going to shower before your run?”

“That would be a waste of time and water.” He smirked. “No. It’s all yours. Just wait until I’ve gone, because if I walk in on you naked, I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Are these the kind of jokes I can expect now that we’ve normalized our very annoying attraction to each other?”

“Every single day.”

“Motherfucker.”

***

“Do you have any idea how weird that is?” Tori blinked at me. “Why don’t you just see what happens?”

“Because we live together,” I said, leaning in. “If it doesn’t work out, he has to move out, and I have to find a new roommate. It’s not like we’re even neighbors like Ivy and Kai were. There’s literally no escape. It’s not like the apartment is huge.”

“That is true,” Ivy noted. “I could get away from Kai, even after we’d slept together. I think I saw him like maybe four times before I told him I was pregnant.”

“Okay, well, we’re not discussing babies in my uterus, thank you.” I shook my head. “No.”

“You’re talking to a brick wall,” Holley said. “We had this discussion this afternoon. It’s glaringly obvious that she has a crush on him, but she’s too damn stubborn to admit the truth.”