21. RPOV

I watch Chloe frown and smile in return.

Quietly, I whisper, "Look, Chloe. We needed a roomie, and she just seemed the best fit. I thought she would be fun. Especially for you, considering I'm barely home."

She remains plain-faced.

I make sure Max is not looking and I place my finger on Chloe's open collarbone.

And slide it over her bra. Down over her belly button. Slide my finger over her jeans, in-between her thighs.

I smile. "But she's my type, too. Doesn't mean we can't share her."