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He chuckles. “Same.”
While Dex puts himself together, I glance behind me, searching for my sweatshirt. The washer’s knocked sideways. Dex follows my line of sight.
“If we broke it, I’ll fix it,” he promises.
As if I’m worried about my washer at the moment.
I curl my fingers in the hem of his T-shirt. “I’ve never violated a household appliance like that before.”
He presses his hands to my cheeks and tips my head back. The relaxed, content expression on his face somehow makes the afterglow burn even hotter.Idid that for him.
“Thank you.” He kisses my forehead, then pulls away. “I didn’t come over expecting you to feed and fuck me, just so you know.”
My heart stutters. He’s really worried I’ll think that? “I didn’t think so.” I wrap my arms around him. “But I’m very happy to do both any time you want.”
He returns the embrace. “I don’t know if I can walk right, woman.”
Shaking with laughter I pull away and run my hands over his arms, up to his shoulders. “You’re so strong. I can’t believe you held me up that long. I hope you can move tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine.”
Above our heads, there’s a soft pitter-patter. Libby going to the bathroom? I stare at the skewed washer, then the ceiling. “Shit.”
“We’re standing under Libby’s bedroom, aren’t we?” he asks.
I bite my lip and nod. “She sleeps with one of those white noise machines. Maybe she didn’t hear us.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize.” His mouth twists into a grin. “Or expect to be soloud.”
It’s not his fault. It’s mine. I know better. This is why I’d sworn off dating. I have responsibilities and can’t afford the luxury of spontaneous laundry room fucks.
Libby said it didn’t bother her if Dex slept over. But sleeping over and being subjected to listening to us fuck like bunnies are two different things.
“Em?” Dex touches my shoulder.
I stare up at him. He hands me my pants and sweatshirt, concern and questions flickering in his eyes.
I’m so screwed. I wasn’t supposed to fall for this man so hard that I forget all of my responsibilities.
How selfish am I for wanting to keep him anyway?
CHAPTERFORTY-ONE
Dex
I’m drifting half-asleepand half-awake. Too worn out to drag myself out of Emily’s bed and go to my apartment like I promised.
“No,” Emily moans, jolting me fully awake.
Her body thrashes, one elbow catching me in the ribs. Not wanting to startle her, I gently rest my hand over her shoulder, turning her my way.
“Em, baby, it’s okay,” I whisper.
“Libby, Libby, Libby, where are you?” she whimpers. “Noooo, Libby. Please. Where are you?”
What the fuck’s going on? I know how much Emily cares about her sister and worries about her but the raw anguish in her voice seems more sinister than sisterly.
“Emily,” I say a shade louder. “Libby’s right down the hall. She’s safe.”
