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the kitchen and weren’t trying to be quiet. I slowly rounded the corner, but relaxed and smiled when I saw Paisley’s purse lying on the floor.
    “Morning,” I said as I walked past the wall blocking me from the kitchen.
    Paisley jumped before a laugh bubbled up from her chest. “God, make a noise or something to warn me you’re coming next time.” Her brown eyes flashed down to my chest, and she quickly turned to go back to messing with whatever she’d brought over. “Don’t you have a shirt you can put on?”
    Stepping up behind her, I rested my chin on top of her head and picked at the pastry she’d just pulled out of the bag. “I do, but you woke me up.”
    “I woke you up? I’m late. And your head is heavy,” she grumbled.
    I put more pressure on her head and she elbowed my stomach. “What’s this?” I asked, and pointed at the wrapped sandwich she’d just set down.
    “There are two sausage English muffins for you.”
    “Do they have—”
    “Extra cheese? Yes, they do.”
    I hugged her waist tightly. “You’re the best.” Grabbing one of the sandwiches, I unwrapped it and held it in front of her so she could have the first bite before taking my own. “I forgot it was Sunday,” I mumbled around the food.
    She laughed and started to unwrap her own sandwich. “Good thing it was my week to get food or I’d be sitting at my apartment starv— Wait. If I woke you up, why are you in jeans?”
    “I could’ve walked out here naked.”
    Her body went stiff. “You don’t sleep naked.”
    I pointed in the direction of my room with my sandwich. “Carrie’s here.”
    “Who’s Carrie?”
    “The girl from the bar a few weeks ago.”
    “There are a lot of girls from O’Malley’s when it comes to you, Eli,” she countered.
    “Ouch. The girl from the night of my birthday.”
    “Oompa-Loompa?”
    “Pay,” I growled in warning.
    Paisley pushed against the island, trying to move me away. “Move, I need to leave.”
    “No, you don’t.”
    “You have a girl in your bed who is probably as naked as you were five minutes ago. I should not be here when she wakes up.”
    “And you’re my best friend and it’s Sunday morning. This is our tradition and she’s not going to stop it because I forgot what today was.”
    “Eli, let me go!” she hissed and jammed both her elbows into my stomach.
    I bent forward as I took a step back. “Fuck, Pay!”
    “Language! Let the Oompa-Loompa eat my breakfast, she’ll think you did something nice for her.” She took three steps away from me before I was able to grab her hand to stop her. Turning quickly, she stepped back up to me and tried to get in my face. All five feet of her. “Do you know how horrible you look when you do things like this to all these girls?” she seethed. “You’re twenty-five, Eli, grow up and stop being such a whore! Stop treating every girl you meet like all she is to you is your next lay. Stop letting them all be your next lay! Find someone who you actually want to spend your time with and—”
    “Ohmigod. Are you, like, everywhere?”
    Paisley whipped her head to the side to look at Carrie, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Pay. Where was this coming from? She’d joked about all the girls I slept with, but she’d never flipped out on me like this.
    “Did I interrupt something?” Carrie gasped and shrieked, “I knew it! You are fucking her!”
    Paisley scoffed and met my gaze. “No, he’s not. That should be obvious since I’m still around and none of the other girls are.”
    With that, she turned and quickly left the apartment. Leaving me still standing there, staring at where she’d been long after Carrie even got dressed and left.

 
    Chapter Two
    August 3, 2013
    Paisley
    F IDGETING WITH THE material Kristen had shoved at me a few minutes before, I turned to look at my backside in the full-length mirror and grimaced. There was no way this thing was a dress; it was way too short. Like