He stood near the snack table, eyes scanning the area until they landed on pajama pants sprinkled with cupcakes. He’d have spotted Cherisse easily, even without the brightly-patterned bottoms. He was too attuned to her not to. “I Sugarcoat Everything” was splashed across the front of her top with a mini cupcake at the end like a full stop. Tousled hair down around her shoulders, wide grin on her face, she’d explained she was going for that just-woken-up bedhead look, and she’d nailed it. God, had she ever. Her lips were glossed with this deep red that had him picturing how that mouth would look stretched around his cock. She looked adorable and sexy at the same time, and it was doing a number on him.

It didn’t help that he was so acutely aware of what they’d done in that damn closet. The closed space was like a siren’s call to him now.

Cherisse held the game sheets they’d prepared, going over the rules with Reba, who’d been happy to help run the games. Dressed in silky grey pajamas, one button done up, the rest unbuttoned and showing off her toned midriff and the top of her black boxers, Reba drew a lot of eyes. He could admit she rocked that TLC style well, but his eyes slid back to Cherisse’s ass in the soft cottony fabric. The urge to make use of that closet again was real. He was remembering those ass cheek dimples when Scott rolled up, decked out in a silky belted robe over some equally shiny PJs.

“Yo, this setup is awesome! Thanks for creating the nap zones for after the itis kicks my ass with all this food.” Scott grabbed up a popcorn container from the table.

“Cozy corners,” Keiran corrected. Scott laughed at him but kept on eating his popcorn. “What? The sign says so and everything.”

“You’re really into this.”

Keiran shrugged. “We spent a lot time on it, hell, yeah, I’m into it. Lots of sweat went into pulling this off.”

Scott munched on his popcorn, a knowing look in his eyes. “Yeah, I know ‘bout the sweaty activities you two been up to.”

He’d told Scott everything. Maxi knew about the kiss. Eric didn’t know any of it. Not because Keiran didn’t trust him, but he figured Eric had enough going on. And okay, he could admit he wasn’t completely certain Eric wouldn’t spill the beans to his wife-to-be. Keiran had no idea if Cherisse had told anyone since they weren’t discussing it. Was he even allowed to ask her that? This was all new to him, so he was treading lightly, erring on the cautious side.

Scott clapped him on the back, grinning. “Living that dream.”

“Yeah? What dream is that exactly? Us secretly sleeping together while she publicly goes out with Jerome?”

He sounded bitter, but he hadn’t been prepared to hear from his mother that the two had gone to Fleur’s Tea Shop on some cozy date. His mother had mentioned it casually, in passing, and Keiran hadn’t been sure how to react. It was ridiculous to be jealous of Jerome when his cousin wasn’t interested in Cherisse romantically. But she didn’t know that, and he couldn’t tell her because he wouldn’t out Jerome like that. But maybe if he told his cousin what was going on between him and Cherisse, perhaps Jerome would find someone else for his ruse.