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could feel him chuckle softly, pressing me harder into his smooth bare skin, which smelled like my coconut body wash. “I’m not ashamed of the fact that I think you’re incredibly sexy and that your cousin witnessed my quasi-walk-of-shame.”
    I growled. It was the only sound that I could make without yelling and I could hear Kathy and Brett talking in the other room. There was no way I wanted to call attention to my tantrum.
    “What is your plan for being locked in here with your sister out there? Not to mention your ex is about to walk through that door, too.”
    He let me go and with me went my towel. He knelt down, kissed my bare stomach softly, and slowly looked back up to me. “I don’t really give a flying fuck.”
    Kissing all the way back up my body, he sent chills down my spine while running gentle fingers over my hips and up my sides. His lips landed on mine like a butterfly on a daisy in summer, effortlessly brushing over them while whispering, “Just let it go, love. It’s going to be alright.”
    I stood frozen in place, naked, staring into his eyes. Those beautifully gorgeous, stunning honey eyes.
    A knock broke through my daze. “Hey are you almost done straightening up, Joey?” Brett’s voice was muffled through the door.
    “Just a second.”
    I ran around my room, throwing the covers back onto the bed, putting my hair into a bun, motioning to Finn to get his freaking clothes on, and finally grabbing faded skinny jeans and a loose fitting black yoga tank. No time for pleasantries like a bra, makeup, or doing my hair—they’d just have to deal with it. I hated that I wasn’t wearing makeup but there was nothing I could do about it at that point and, quite frankly, that was the least of my worries. Finn looked incredible in a fitted white crew neck and dark washed jeans, the slightest hint of stubble lining his jaw from not shaving that morning.
    He squeezed my hand gently. “I promise to be on my best behavior.”
    With a sigh of relief mixed with nerves, I gripped the handle. “Here goes nothing.”
    I opened the door to find Brett and Kathy on the couch sipping freshly made hazelnut coffee out of my favorite mugs, Dozer happily squeezed in between them.
    “Finn, you’re here already. I was just about to text you.”
    He rubbed the back of his neck. “Er, I went for an early run. Joey was nice enough to let me clean up here so I didn’t have to go all the way back to my place.”
    “Oh, how sweet.” Her kind eyes landed on me while I nervously grabbed our Starbucks cups off the floor next to my front door and set them on my kitchen counter. I noticed how much less of an accent Kathy had than Finn, more subtle hints of a brogue laced in her words where his speech was soaked in it.
    “It was nothing, really. Is the other model on her way?” Right then a light tap landed on the front door as it opened and revealed one of the most stunning women I had ever laid eyes on. Her golden hair bounced with big barrel curls, her lips were a perfect red hue with a slight shine of lip gloss, and her eyes were a brightly piercing ice blue. There was not one blemish or freckle on her high, tanned cheek bones, she was tall and slender, and her curves looked perfectly proportioned under her navy maxi dress.
    “Sorry I’m a tad late.” Her voice was sweet, singsongy.
    Damn it all to freaking hell—she’s stunning. How can I compete with that?
    The ugly bite of jealously got the better of me while I stared at her sashaying into my living room. Yeah, I didn’t truly understand what sashaying was until Kiera waggled her hips perfectly to move her wedge-heeled, pedicured feet, bouncy boobs, and perfectly sculpted ass into my apartment.
    “That’s quite alright, we just finished getting Joey’s room straightened up.” I felt Finn’s body close behind mine as his strong hand landed onto my shoulder and squeezed gently.
    Kiera’s eyebrow rose as she extended her hand to me. “Joey? Like Dawson’s