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“I thought I finally got rid of you. What are you doing here?”
Sem leans back in the chair, those massive hands of his grabbing onto its arms, and it creaks under his weight. The chair was not made for someone his size.
“You’re going to break that chair in two. Get up.Up. It’s not made for goliaths.”
He doesn’t budge, and I fist my hands so I don’t reach out and strangle him. Perhaps Iamcapable of murder.
“I was doing some research,” he says, ignoring me.
“Research on what?” I huff and set my bag down on the ground, not letting my eyes leave his even for a moment.
“Gay sex.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I have not had enough wine for this,” I mutter and then raise an eyebrow because, damn it all, I’m intrigued. “What about it?”
He shifts in his seat and then says, “The position we….” His words trail off like he can’t even say it, and I suppress a laugh. This entire thing is so bizarre I couldn’t have even imagined it. In what world do I have sex with Sem and then discuss gay sex? This is some fuckingAlice in Wonderlandshit.
“Oh, do you mean the position we had sex in? Where you stuck your big penis in my tiny hole, that one?”
His cheeks pinken, and I find that I’m delighted by the sight. Making Sem uncomfortable is the best thing that’s happened all day. Even better than Colin checking out my legs.
“Yeah. That.”
“What about it?” I ask––sort of, kind of curious where this whole thing is leading.
“I heard that it was the easiest.”
“Oh, is it now?” I snark.
“I was thinking….”
I shake my head in disbelief.Oh, hell no.
“Nope. No. No way. I won that little weird-ass bet we made the other day, but I’m not doing that again.”
“Why?”
“Because having sex with you once was more than enough for me.”
My dick obviously disagrees because it's hardening between my legs, but I ignore it. It’s pathetic, just like what Sem is trying to goad me into right now.
Sem shrugs his shoulders and looks away, his body stiff. “Fine.”
Throwing my hands up in the air, I ask, “Fine? Seriously?”
“Yeah, fine. Because then I win.”
“Oh no, you don’t. That’s not a thing.”
“Yeah. I do, and it is.”
“Oh, fuck you,” I say and huff out a manic laugh. “You are seriously delusional. I mean, psychologists should study that brain of yours and create a new mental disorder in the DSM. If you think I’m going to bend over for you or some shit just to win another bet, you have another think coming.”
Sem shrugs again, and I say sternly, “Stop that. Stop shrugging. This doesn’t mean youwin. You can’t win. I already won.”
I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m rambling. But Sem makes me irrational and irritated, and, quite frankly, impulsive. I’m reverting back to being a child. Is that a condition? I make a mental note to look it up later.
“Nah, I win this time. You forfeit,” he says.
