I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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I walked out, drying my hair with the edge of a towel, and there she was, Emery Collins. All cozy on the couch. Blanket wrapped around her legs, a bowl of popcorn halfway gone on the table, and the screen paused mid-scene. Vikings. Our current obsession. We’d started from season one, and somehow, don’t ask how, we were already knee-deep in season three.

“Hey, what took you so long?” she said, not looking up.

I flopped beside her, slinging my towel over the armrest. “Awwn, you do care about me,” I teased, shooting her a crooked grin.

She rolled her eyes without missing a beat. “I just didn’t want to rewind.”

I smirked, shifting closer under the blanket. “Sure, Collins. Let’s pretend.”

She ignored me, grabbing the remote and pressing play.

As the episode picked up, we got lost in it again. Same setup as usual, blanket over our legs, our shoulders pressed so close it was getting hard to tell where mine ended and hers began. She smelled like coconuts and something sweet I couldn’t name.

I tried not to think about it. Tried to focus.

But then… it happened.

A kiss. Followed by a hand slipping under a tunic. Then another hand. Moans. Clothes coming off. And before I knew it…

What the hell?

Why did this suddenly feel like we were watching softcore porn?

I froze.

Emery froze.

Her breathing went shallow beside me, her chest rising and falling like she was suddenly short on air. And did I mention, we were close? Like… insanely close. Her thigh brushed against mine. Her arm pressed to mine.

Her scent, her body heat, the way she shifted just slightly, yeah, I felt it.

This is bad. This is really bad.

My brain started panicking. Do I make a joke? Skip the scene? Pretend I need water?

This is hard. Too fucking hard. Not just because of the moans blasting from the TV, but because of her. Emery. Right next to me.

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I could’ve handled the scene just fine if I’d been alone. Maybe even laughed it off. But with her so close-her shoulder brushing mine, her scent clouding my head, her breath coming faster-it was torture.

And then my brain betrayed me.

That night came rushing back. Her lips swollen under mine. The sound of her moaning my name. The way her body arched against me like she couldn’t get close enough.

Yep. Rock hard. Again.

I cleared my throat, desperate to break the tension. Channel Ford, I told myself. Be stupid. Be loud. Anything but this.

“I swear, these guys just keep being extr…”

I froze.

Her face. Shit.

Her pupils were blown wide. Her chest rose and fell like she’d just finished a sprint. And her eyes, locked on my lips like they were the only thing in the room.

I knew that look.

Hell, I wore that same look every time she walked past me in those tiny shorts.

It wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t drunk. It was hunger.

Desire.

Lust.

She leaned in, slow enough that my heart started hammering out of rhythm. My lips parted without permission, every nerve in my body begging for her.

Please kiss me. Please.

I wanted to say it. The words were right there, heavy on my tongue.

And just when I was certain, absolutely certain, her lips would crash into mine, her breath already brushing my mouth…

RIINNNGGG

My phone rang. Loud. Annoying. Perfect timing.

Just like that, the spell shattered. Emery’s eyes flew open, panic flashing across her face, and she scrambled to her feet. Or, well, she tried to. The blanket tangled around her legs, and before I could react, she toppled forward, straight into me.

And her hand, of all goddamn places, landed right on my dick.

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“Fuck… Emery,” I groaned before I could stop it, my voice low and wrecked. “You’re gripping my dick.”

Her face went beet red, eyes wide like I’d just told her the world was ending.

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