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“Yes! I actually haven’t watched that one yet.”
Her eyes are so bright when she says this. She really likes the same shit I like, at least when it comes to movies.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I scratch the scruff on my jaw and stretch, my back popping, aware of her gaze on me. My dick fills out a bit more, rising up between my legs, but I do my best to ignore it.
I pad over to my desk and grab my laptop and my external hard drive, then return to the bed to set them down on top of the covers. I plug the speakers in, stack the pillows against the iron headboard, sit down and open my arms.
She scoots closer, snuggles against my side with her legs folded under her, presses those soft tits against my ribs, and there’s no hiding how I feel about all this. She knows, she’s looking at my swelling dick. Hard to miss it.
Pun intended.
I wanna push her down, fuck her again, and I have to take some deep breaths, try to control the impulse.
Dragging the laptop closer, I boot it up and connect it to the hard drive. The movie starts, and her slender arm wraps around my chest, under my pecs where my heart is booming. We watch the movie.
She watches.
I don’t. I’ve no idea what we’re seeing, what is being said, just the music from the film, and her body pressed to mine.
At some point, I think about pulling the covers over my hard-on, pretend I’m not hard for her all the goddamn time, but what the hell.
It’s the truth.
As the credits roll at the end of the film, she shifts against me, her fingertips stroking my peck, and I think about flexing, just for laughs—okay, to see if I interest her in more sex—but she stops and looks up, her gaze meeting mine.
“That was… interesting,” she says doubtfully.
I chuckle. “It’s an old film. But this version has music by Freddie Mercury, Loverboy and Adam Ant.”
“Ah-huh.” She smiles up at me, and it’s impossible not to kiss that sweet mouth.
And then my stomach decides to give a rumble of hunger, and she laughs, pulling back. “Someone’s hungry. Unless you’re hiding a wolf under the bed.”
“Nah, this is wolf-free zone, but…” She’s probably starving. Great host you are, Merc. “I can whip something up for dinner. What do you wanna eat?”
“You cook?”
“I told you I make the best pancakes in town.” I wag my brows, and she grins that sexy, kittenish grin of hers.
“Pancakes for dinner? I like that.”
And I like you. More than any other girl I’ve ever met. I knew it from the moment I first met you, and this has never happened to me before.
Christ. My face warms, and my heart thumps uncomfortably in my chest. I dunno what this is, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
If only I could stop the bloody nightmares, sleep like a normal person, maybe I’d be able to figure this out.
“Come on.” Sliding out of bed, I pull on a pair of sweats and grab her hand. “You can watch the great chef at work. If you’re good, you’ll get pancakes. If you’re bad, you’ll get more than you bargained for.”
“You’re so generous,” she says, laughing.
“Oh, I know.”
She bites her lip to keep from laughing again, and I feel my chest lighten as I lead her into the huge kitchen, with its gleaming granite counters and pristine white cupboards. “Wow.”
“My roommate’s kinda rich. His family owns the apartment.”
“Cool.” She hops on one of the counters and it takes way
