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“I mean it, Kota. Fuck someone else and I’ll end them.”
Unbothered, she shrugs.
The sliver of amusement I was holding on to disappears as I fight the urge to grab her and claim her right here.
I can’t be her boyfriend. I won’t. She deserves someone with their shit together and I don’t. I’m not sure when, or even if, I will. Kota’s an overachiever and I’m a degenerate. I didn’t even get offended when Guy said that because it’s true. Anyone with eyes can fucking see that.
For some reason Kota sees something else in me. Something a wife will supposedly love one day. That day is so fucking far off though, it’s not even worth considering. I can’t be anybody’s boyfriend right now. I can’t be Kota’s boyfriend ever. I’d ruin her.
That’s the last thing I want. Maybe it crossed my mind in the beginning but now I want to build her up, make her feel good, in every way possible.
Joining her in the pool, I tell her honestly, “You don’t want me as your boyfriend.”
“I know.”
That makes me pause. It also…hurts? I mean, it’s exactly how things should be. She shouldn’t want me as her boyfriend. A fuck buddy, yes. But more? Absolutely not.
I know that. I do. But something inside me doesn’t seem to agree. I actually feel a little nauseous.
“So then, what’s your problem?” I ask Kota through the discomfort.
“You assuming I belong to you.”
Uh. Has she not been listening to anything I’ve said?
“Well, you do—”
“I don’t. You gave me a few orgasms. That doesn’t give you ownership of me.”
“You got me confused with somebody else, some pussy.” And I know just the one. “You fuck me, you only fuck me.”
“I haven’t fucked you.”
“Yet. You will. You’ll fuck me so fucking hard, so fucking long—”
“Thirty seconds isn’t that long.”
I walked into that one.
“You got a lot of fucking sass for someone that just got her pussy soaked.”
Kota looks thoughtful and I assume she’s gonna lie and say she didn’t actually come, but she just says, “Maybe that’s what I’ve been missing.”
“Sass?”
“And orgasms.”
When she grins, I do, too.
Does that mean we’re done with this fuck-ass argument?
I swim over to her and grab her by the waist. She doesn’t weigh a lot out of the water, but in here, she’s weightless. Technically, with her legs wrapped around my waist, I don’t have to hold her at all but I do anyway. I like her ass. I like her everything.
“You want more?”
Arms draped over my shoulders, she teases, “Sass?”
Infuriating, adorable girl. My infuriating, adorable girl.
