The Worst Kept Secret (Secrets, #2)

by Q.B. Tyler

My hair, initially styled into perfect curls before the East Coast humidity got to it, has fallen into waves. I pull it over one shoulder to showcase my neck, which, if my memory serves me correctly, is Theo’s weakness.

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I haven’t seen Theo in almost six months. Six months ago, when we’d made out in his car and I’d sat in his lap and fucked myself with my fingers until I came with the promise of more.

“You shouldn’t. So, she’s dating a guy that’s a bit older than her? Who cares? He worships her,” Avery argues.

“Where did you book a room?” “The Ritz.” “Oh fancy. Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Graham? Am I getting the football star Theo Graham treatment?” He chuckles but I see a bit of a flush moving up his neck. “Oh my gosh, I was kidding!” I move across the console and put my hand on his thigh. “You don’t need to try to impress me. You do that by just being you.”

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He drags his eyes down my frame, zeroing in on my feet. “Do your feet hurt?”

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“Hey son, you alright?” I ask as I watch his best friend’s naked ass walk into the living room. God, I’m going to hell.

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I wish I could sit on his lap and kiss him and rub the stress off of him.

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