Sydney James
I lay panting with my head on Wyatt’s chest. Our naked bodies entangle after round three.
“We should head to dinner,” I exhaled, tracing the contours of his abs.
He grunted, pulling me closer. “Let’s order room service. Jake can feed Winter.”
“Aren’t you worried about them?”
He shrugged, “They will figure it out, baby. Not that I like my best friend doing anything with my little sister,” he grumbled, “But I know Jake’s a good guy. He was ecstatic when he showed me the video of their baby. He’s a good choice.”
“Am I a good choice?” I mumbled, feeling the weight of my parents' threats.
“Is that insecurity, I hear?” He chuckled. But I wasn’t laughing. “Babe, that was a joke,” he clarified.
“Yeah, no, I get it.”
“Babe, what’s wrong?” He demanded. I sighed before yipping w
