This would be their secret. James would never know what happened in this hotel room between them. Neither of them had any reason to tell him.
No Bro Code broken if no one knew, right?
Fuck.
Kristen drew little patterns on his chest with her finger, and it had his muscles relaxing. “Is it normal to feel tired after?”
At her innocent question, he gave a soft laugh and nodded, pulling her even closer and brushing a tender kiss across her forehead.
“Yeah. Absolutely.” In fact, the drowsiness was starting to hit him hard, but he fought it. “Are you hungry? You never got dinner.” He wasn’t going to feel guilty about that, though.
There were literally zero regrets in the decision to tell Reggie to back off. Not yet anyway.
“I’m okay,” she murmured, her reply a little punch drunk. “We should just stay like this for a while. I like being in your arms.”
A mix of pleasure and unease slid through him at her words.
He held her close and shut his eyes. It was all it took for the fatigue to wash in.
Being a little out of it the day after a twenty-four-hour shift was normal, but it’d been so much worse this time. He hadn’t been able to sleep when he’d gone home. Not even a power nap like he usually did.
He’d stayed awake, staring at the ceiling with trepidation and jealousy imagining Kristen and Reggie’s night.
But in the end, it hadn’t been Reggie who’d had her.
It’d been Blake.
Mine.
Content and calm from having her burrowed in his arms, he let himself drift off to sleep.