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Imogen: You're the one who has to wait this time.
Her legs stretched over the sheets, her panties around her ankles.
Sexy as fuck.
And with her, sex is easy. Is it so bad if I keep things sexual for a few days? If I call her and get her off and make sure she's satisfied?
I'm not going to win the Nobel Prize for generosity (It should be a category) but I am going to make her come.
And that counts for a lot.
Still, the next time my phone buzzes, with a new post fromHearts and Thornsmy hands itch to read. My head screamsthis is fucked upandtake every one of her thoughtsat the same time.
So I do the last thing I want to do.
I ask for help.
* * *
I swingby the fancy organic store on the way to Luna's place, buy the single-origin chocolate Oliver recommended, grab two overpriced iced coffee drinks from the cooler.
Luna opens the door with a smile. The second she looks at my face, she shakes her head. "Tricky, you look terrible."
"You give great compliments."
She laughs. "You're still beautiful. But you look strung out. Like you haven't slept or ate."
I hold up the bag.
"You didn't have to bribe me." She motions for me to come in and closes the door behind me.
"You don't want the chocolate?"
"That's not what I mean." She motions to the white leather couch in the middle of the room. "You want anything else? Coffee, tea, alcohol? Mom opened a bottle of wine last night."
"I'm good." I sit on the expensive white leather.
She places the drinks on the coffee table and plops on the couch across from me. "Ollie is on his way."
I raise a brow.
"You need backup."
"Relationship advice from Oliver?"
"Which of you is in a long-term relationship?" she asks.
"We don't talk about this shit," I say.
"I'll send him outside if you want. He was already coming and I… if this is a real girl-talk emergency, I'll send him home. I promise."
But she doesn't want to cancel plans with her boyfriend for this conversation. Because he'll get jealous or because he'll feel neglected or because she wants to see him.
It would have annoyed me a few weeks ago.
Now, I get it.
"Sure." I open the bottle of cold brew. "Thanks for making the time."
