“I mean, Nico would probably kill me, but sure, I’m up for it if you are.”
“You’re a pig,” Calli scoffs.
“Did she go home?” I ask, ignoring their bickering.
“Maybe she called an Uber to get away from Theo’s desperate stares,” Toby offers up.
“You noticed that too, huh?” I mutter, starting the coffee machine again.
“He just needs to fuck her.”
“Who needs to fuck whom?” a familiar deep voice asks, sending a shiver down my spine.
Seb appears around the corner of the kitchen and my mouth waters when I find him also only in a pair of grey sweats.
Undiluted lust shoots straight through my veins at the sight.
“Hey,” I purr, turning to him and running my hands over his bare chest, linking them behind his shoulders.
“Hey, Princess.”
I brush my lips over his with the intention of keeping it chaste, but he has other ideas and crushes my body against his, sliding his hand under the shirt I’m wearing and gripping my ass roughly.
“Put her down, Neanderthal,” Calli mutters.
“She loves it,” Seb answers, although he does do as she said.
“Too fucking right, I do.”
“So who needs to fuck?”
“Theo and Emmie.”
“Oh, well, yeah. That’s not fucking news. Go sit down, baby.” Seb places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me toward the couches to take over playing barista.
I watch as he moves around the kitchen, making the final coffees before dropping down beside me and dragging me into his side.
“So, what did we miss?” he asks the others.
“Uh… other than not knowing where Emmie went, not a lot.”
I think back over the events from the night before and try to remember how it all ended, but much like Calli, I don’t really remember getting back here. I do have flashbacks of Seb and I in bed, though, and against the wall and…
“She came back here with us,” Seb confirms, clearly having a better memory than the rest of us.
“Okay, so where is she now?”
“I’ll call her,” Calli says, reaching for her purse.
But she doesn’t get a chance to make the call, because a door opens and heavy footsteps follow it.
All of us look up as Theo emerges.
I have to smother my laugh at the state of him. He’s usually so put together that it almost hurts to look at him, but right now, he’s hanging out of his ass.
His hair is sticking up in all directions, he’s got more scruff than I think I’ve ever seen on his face, and he’s got a…
“Dude, have you got a black eye?” Alex barks.