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Chapter Eleven
Naomi
I woke up to soft kisses on my neck and a hand on my belly. It took me a second to remember that I got dropped off at Josh’s house. I opened my eyes and he smiled at me. His blue eyes were bright as ever and his hair was disheveled. He kissed my neck again.
“Good morning,” he said. I stretched and murmured something that sounded like “good morning.” Josh smirked and I got out of bed. The room was kind of spinning, I wondered if I was still drunk. I stood still for a moment and then the world settled around me.
“Bathroom?” I asked. Josh pointed to one of two doors on the far side of the room. His house looked like a bungalow on the outside but inside was all modern and looked to have been expertly decorated. I stepped into his bathroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror, I didn’t look too terrible. My hair was a little frizzy and I definitely needed to wash off my makeup. I washed my face then ran my wet fingers through my hair a few times until it was tame enough to leave down.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, Josh was still in bed. He sat up, leaning against the headboard with one hand behind his head. His bare chest was exposed, the blanket was bunched up around his waist. For a second, I just took him in for aesthetic appreciation. He looked like he was a model making an ad for the sheets.
“You’re…where did you get your looks from, your mom or your dad?” I asked and made him laugh.
“Both, I guess? Come over here,” he sat forward and watched me climb into bed beside him.
“We didn’t have sex last night,” I said. I was ninety-nine percent sure but wanted to check anyway.
“No, for exactly that reason. You were drunk. You don’t remember what we talked about?” he asked.
“No…” I said. The night before played out like a dream in my head, the Lyft that V and I took dropped me at Josh’s place, then I just remember seeing Josh and being with him. I didn’t realize how drunk I actually was.
“I know…that we can’t have much of a relationship but I don’t like not hearing from you outside of when we see each other,” he said. My brows furrowed and I studied his face. Where was that coming from. What did we talk about the night before?
“I was busy this week between work and homework,” I said. “What did we talk about last night?”
“You think of us as fuck buddies,” he said.
“But aren’t…we?”
“Not to me, no,” he said. “We’re a little bit more than that, at least, I want us to be,” he said. I pinched the bridge of my nose and had a sudden craving for orange juice.
“Josh. We can’t go out in public like a normal couple. This is what we’re confined to,” I said.
“You can at least call or text me more often,” he said.
“Fine. I’m sorry,” I said, hoping to squash whatever he was upset about. I’d never had any sort of relationship with anyone more than two years older than me. The level of expectation and attention was weird and different.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he said. Josh rolled onto his stomach and put his arm around my waist. “Have you been in a serious relationship before?” he asked. I pressed my lips together and his brows furrowed. He didn’t like my answer but what could I say?
“I’ve never been…good at relationships, Josh,” I admitted. He sighed and then he kissed my collar bone.
“Why?” he murmured against my skin.
“Why does it matter?” I asked.
“Communication seems to be the issue,” he said.
“Are you going to keep interrogating me or what?” I asked. Josh chuckled and I scooted to the edge of the bed to get up.
“Wait,” he said. He pulled me back and got on top of me. I looked at him patiently and he slipped a hand underneath the shirt that he gave me to wear.
“Josh…” I sighed. He kissed my neck and caressed my breast. His hand slid across my stomach and snuck under my panties. As soon as his fingers touched my pussy, my body reacted to him and my annoyance fled. His fingers slipped over my clit and he rubbed the sensitive nub while my legs tensed.
“Tell me how I make you feel,” he said in a low, throaty voice. I looked at him and he brushed his lips over mine in a feather light kiss. I put my hands on his arm while his fingers continued to tease my clit. Heat swept through me and the waves of pleasure were making it hard for me to think.
“Hot,” I managed to say. Josh bit my nipple through his shirt and a spear of pleasure shot through me. I felt moisture gush inside my pussy in a rush and Josh moaned.
“Hot and what else?” he asked patiently, his low voice was like magic in my ear. My body reacted to him as if he alone held the keys to my pleasure.
