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And his words were stoking the flames, higher and higher, amping the heat inside me like a witch with a spell. Max wasn’t a dirty talker, but he was a foulmouthed cheerleader, a fervent supporter of my body’s acceptance of his.
Fuck, yes, honey, you feel so fucking good.
Holy shit, yes, fuck.
Sophie, fuck yes, Soph, that’s fucking perfect.
I don’t know why, but his voice, cursing in my ear as his body crashed into mine, sent bolts of lightning through every single one of my nerve endings.
And when the wave slammed into me, pulling me under and sending a thousand stars to the darkened sky behind my eyes, I kissed him harder and brought him with me.
thirty-one
Max
“What in God’snamewasthat?”
I wrapped my arms around Sophie’s waist and tugged her closer as I pulled the comforter over us. Said into her hair, “What was what?”
She snuggled her back into my front, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever been more comfortable. Spooning with Sophie after coming so hard I nearly blacked out was suddenly my happy place.
“That wasn’t sex. I’ve had sex before, but what we just didtranscendedsex. Like, I’m just not sure how it could’ve been that good. Five minutes later and I’m already doubting my recollection because it’s not possible that something was that excellent.”
She wasn’t wrong.
“It was better,” I said, and I meant it. “For real.”
“I cannot believe,” she said, rolling over in my arms, squirming until we were face-to-face, “that getting-ours sex is so mind-boggling. I’m so happy to have you with me on this journey of self-discovery, Maxxie.”
She grinned at her own joke, but something about her statement irritated me. Not that the sex had been mind-boggling—I was, in fact, good and truly boggled—but that it was greatbecauseof the whole “getting ours” theory.
Did she not recognize the genuine chemistry at play?
Surely she felt it, even if she wasn’t willing to call it by its name.
Right?
“Happy to be along for the ride,” I said, meaning that, too.
I didn’t know what to make of these sudden intense feelings I had for her, but I wasn’t going to let them get in the way of what Soph and I already had.
As if that made any fucking sense at all.
We fell asleep like that, with no lights on other than the TV she insisted I turn on because she “couldn’t sleep to quiet,” and I didn’t move a muscle the entire night until I felt her kiss my forearm in the morning.
“Soph?” I asked, my voice not really there yet. I was instantly aware of how soft her skin felt against mine, of everywhere our bodies were pressed together. I didn’t want to make any assumptions, so I wasn’t going to touch her, but it was torture, lying still with Sophie in my arms, and my eyes weren’t even open yet.
“Yes,” she whispered, and I wanted to bury my face in her hair and go back to sleep.
“What time is it?” I asked, opening my eyes while not wanting to know because I didn’t want to leave that bed. We both had morning flights, but the last thing I wanted to do was go back to whatever existed beforethis.
“Five,” she said softly, and she pressed another kiss on my arm.
Why in God’s name did that tiny gesture make my chest pinch?
“Five.” I swallowed, the pinch lingering as the intimate familiarity of waking up with her felt precious.
She yawned, one hand covering her mouth while her body stretched into mine, and I froze.
