“Shut up!” I swatted a hand against his chest, and he laughed. “Who’s to say I’m Legs anyway?” He glanced down at the long slit that cut up my thigh, and my cheeks heated under his gaze. “How could you not be?” he asked. My throat restricted slightly, and for a moment, I had to remind myself that Wes was just a friend—a really hot, sweet friend who happened to have a girlfriend. He also wasn’t Noah. He didn’t come close.
