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“That’s the plan,” he states simply.

I frown, shaking my head at the guy. Here he is giving me a lecture about trusting those who love you with your troubles, and yet he can’t follow his own advice. “You wanna talk more about it?”

“Maybe later,” he says quietly. “I need to keep those idiots in there under control; make sure they don’t overdo it.” He turns to look at me, his hard, dark eyes searching for something he seems not to find. “You got room for me still?”

Every time he visits he ends up in my bed. Sometimes we fuck. Sometimes we don’t. And tonight I get the feeling it’ll be one of the nights where all he’s after is company, which suits me just fine. He never tries to force things with me, letting me set my own pace as to how close I want to get. It’s like therapy for our guarded hearts. I get the relief that I don’t trust anyone else to give, and he gets a no-strings release that doesn’t complicate his newfound presidency, or his previous VP status.

“I still got room,” I say.

There’s never been anything more than a deep admiration as friends between us, but then again, I’ve also never been interested in anybody else on this level.

Only, it’s not in a platonic way when it comes to Sawyer, and considering his entitled fucking attitude makes me want to punch him in the face, I can’t figure out why.

Especially when he’s just carted his woman into the president’s office to do God only knows what with.