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“Nope. I know some others though. Johnson, Wang, Baloney pony…”
“Wait!” I shout out. “Baloney pony? That can’t be a real phrase.”
“Look it up. You want me to keep going?” he asks. “I’ve got more.”
“Just watch the show, Salinger.” I smirk and pull my eyes away from him. I’ve got my own phone balanced in my hand so he can only see my face and shoulders. Like him, I’ve changed out of my work clothes and into something more comfortable. But for me it’s an old t-shirt and a pair of yoga shorts as I lay on the sofa, the flickering of the television lighting up my face.
“I’d rather watch you,” he says, his voice low. It sends a shiver down my spine.
“I thought we talked about this,” I tell him, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling thrilled. I like that he likes me.
I just don’t like that he could hurt me if I let him.
“Yeah, but that was before you decided to lay on the sofa.”
I lift a brow. “I’m not allowed to lay on my own sofa now?”
“You can lay anywhere you want. It’s just that I keep remembering the last time we were on a sofa together.”
Oh. I start to blush. “That was… nice.”
He winces. “Ouch. Damned with faint praise again.”
“Shut up,” I say again, but I don’t really mean it. I just don’t know how to navigate this thing. I’ve never been so attracted to a man in my life. Especially not one I know is bad for me. The memory of his lips on mine as his fingers worked their magic makes me start to feel hot.
I shift on the sofa, feeling my cheeks begin to burn.
“Sophie…” His voice is low. “Are you remembering it, too?”
“Yeah. I am.”
There’s no smile on his face anymore. Just an intense look that I recognize from last Saturday. Maybe before that, too. Liam Salinger does good sex face, and I hate that.
I can only imagine how intensely he makes love. My thighs clench tightly.
He clicks his remote and it pauses for the both of us since we’re on buddy watch. George freezes on my screen and it occurs to me that neither of us have been paying attention for the last few minutes. We’ll have to rewind when we turn it back on.
“Let me look at you,” he says.
“You are.”
“Properly. Pull the phone back. I want to see all of you.”
Heat pools in my stomach. I pull it back and he hums approvingly.
“You look amazing, West.”
“It’s just an old cropped t-shirt and shorts.”
“No, baby. It’s your body. You could be wearing a potato sack and you’d be the most beautiful woman I know.”
How am I supposed to fight against a man who says things like that? There’s an inevitability to this. A thread that’s tied us together since we met and it’s only getting stronger. I’ve tried to break it, to cut it, but it keeps on coming back.
I’m falling for this man I shouldn’t want.
I lift my hand to push my hair out of my face and he actually moans.
“Christ your stomach. Every time I look at it I remember kissing my way down to your sweet pussy. You know how often I think about it?” he asks me. “Every single fucking second. If I was there right now…”
