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Now, if only I’d actually believe it.
“Bonnie gone?” I ask, having purposely not called yesterday after she snuck out, knowing her friend was in town.
I’d already monopolized one of their nights together and since she told me Bonnie was leaving Sunday, I decided to let them have their time.
Though I don’t understand why. I’ve never been one to consider someone else’s feelings like this before.
“Yeah, she left this morning.” I hear the touch of sadness that fills her words.
“Up for company?”
“Well, I’m actually trying to finish up some paperwork I neglected over the weekend.”
I know instantly her excuse is bullshit.
Not only because I know her father is filling in for her this weekend, but also because of the way she stumbles over her words.
She’s nervous to see me.
Again, I smile.
“You know, you can just say you don’t want to see me.”
“I know.” I hear her swift intake of air. “That’s not it.”
“Then why are you giving me a bullshit excuse? We both know your father is filling in for you until tomorrow.”
“How do you…”
“You told me,” I cut her off.
“Great. More things I don’t remember,” she groans.
“There are things you don’t remember?” I tease.
I’ll admit, she was pretty drunk the other night. But not in an annoying, unattractive way like some women get. No, she was really fucking cute. And free… Free in a way that she’s yet to let me see. I’ve seen glimpses but she’s never fully let her guard down like she did that night.
“Let me just apologize now,” she starts.
“Don’t,” I interrupt her again. “Friday night was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Thinking I might need to get you drunk again in the near future. You were very…accommodating.”
Fuck, and there I go, getting hard again just thinking about how she had me in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, all in the same night. And how much she fucking enjoyed every second of it, if her cries of pleasure were any indication.
“Ha. Ha. I’m never drinking again.”
“Well, that’s a shame. Because you are one hell of a drunk.” I chuckle. “And so damn sexy,” I groan.
“Stop.”
I swear if I close my eyes, I can see the pink creeping up her neck the way it always does when she’s nervous or embarrassed.
“Have dinner with me.”
“I really don’t feel like going anywhere.”
“Then let me come over.”
“My house is a mess.”
