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She flips the sketchbook over again and squints at it. “You think so?”
“All that hand practice sure is paying off.”
“I guess it is like drawing a finger,” she considers. “Except there’s just the one, and it’s thicker and... veiny.”
I chuckle. “Are those veins? I thought he was just sad.”
Heidi snorts as she tosses the sketchbook off the bed. I raise my arm, and she sidles beneath it, settling into a warm embrace against my shoulder. I smell her hair. I feel her body warmth blend with mine.
“I could get used to this,” I accidentally say out loud, but I truly don’t care.
Heidi hums. “To what?”
“Waking up with you.” I kiss her forehead. “Best way to start the day.”
“This is pretty nice,” she says, her hand grazing my chest. “Almost don’t want to leave...”
“When is your first class?”
“One. You?”
“I think it started ten minutes ago.”
She laughs. “Uh-oh.”
“Oh, well.”
I lay a finger beneath her chin, drawing her face up to mine. She moves without resistance and kisses me slowly as she shifts to straddle my waist. I rest my hands on her hips, feeling my blood rush south as Heidi sits up on top of me. I take in her body, her breasts and perfect curves, as my erection presses against her inner thigh.
What did I do to get this lucky?
I lied to my best friend, that’s what.
Heidi licks her lips. “Can I ask you something?” she says, those golden eyes flashing with curiosity.
“Anything,” I say, absently feeling up her body.
She chews on her cheek, obviously unsure how to ask, but a woman balanced on top of me like this can take all the time she needs.
“Do you have more firsts?” she asks.
“Firsts?”
“Yeah, like...” Her lips twitch. “This week, we’ve done a lot of things; things I’ve never done with anyone before.”
My chest quivers in triumph. “We have,” I say, hanging on every syllable.
“I was just curious if you still have things you haven’t done before?” She pauses. “And that maybe... we could do them together?”
Fuuck.
“You would do that for me?” I ask.
“I would.” She gently drags her nails down my ribs and traces the letters on my tattoo. “You’ve done it for me, right? I want to do something for you.”
Fuuuck.
Where do I even begin? There’s not a single thing I wouldn’t do to that body of hers. No piece I wouldn’t lick. No hole I wouldn’t take.
