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She took another sip of coffee and shrugged. “You started it when you walked in here bowlegged and glowing. And now.” She leaned in closer, an evil glint in her eyes. “I need details. Length, girth, stamina, tongue dexterity, flexibility, and creativity.”
I glared at her while she tilted her head innocently and twirled a lock of her fiery red hair.
Bernice sauntered up with the coffeepot, then, no doubt eavesdropping. Lydia had the good sense to keep her trap shut, and I gave Bernice my most friendly smile while I inquired after her grandkids.
Once she was safely in the kitchen and out of earshot, I huffed at my friend. “First of all, I’m not telling you any of that, and second, I need your help. I’m in over my head here. We had an agreement, and now there’s no way any of this will end well.”
“You’re both sexy humans, and given that you have been lusting after him since middle school, let’s face it, this was bound to happen. Do you think it’s out of your system? A mediocre bang, and now you can go back to being friends?”
“Nope.” I hung my head in shame. “It was amazing.” Like I knew it would be. Remy was intense and masculine, yet tender. He had incredible strength and grace. And his dedication to challenges meant that he, of course, figured me out immediately and discovered things even I didn’t know I enjoyed, effectively ruining me for other men.
“Does Dylan know?”
“Of course not! And we’re not telling him. We’re just having fun. I don’t need Dylan’s approval to have fun.”
“Of course you don’t. But Remy is his best friend. And you’re…”
“Save it,” I said, holding up a hand. “I’m having fun and living in the moment right now. And it’s pretty great. The last thing I need is an overprotective brother making everything even more complicated.”
“I understand,” she said, bringing her coffee cup to her lips. “But for the record, I disagree. Back to the good stuff. How did it happen? Who made the first move?”
“I did.” My face burned as a blush overtook my body. “I literally started it. Straddling him in a forest and sticking my tongue down his throat.” And I would have done so much more had we not been interrupted by a moose with a grudge. It wasn’t my finest moment. I was usually less… desperate. But he was sweaty and shirtless and had been carrying me around like a caveman for an hour. We had been skin to skin, working together as a team, and my hormones had gotten the better of me.
And once I kissed him? Forget it. There was no way we could share a kiss like that and then not explore what was growing between us. It was inevitable. We were inevitable.
My face went hot again just thinking about our first night together. I picked at my omelet and debated whether to give Lydia, who was studying me with curiosity, any of the details.
“So, there’s one thing,” I said, angling closer. “He is very possessive. It’s hard to describe. The way he made me feel, it was thrilling.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened, but for once in her life, she was silent.
“I’ve never had anyone want me like that.” His jealousy and frustration, while objectively annoying and cavemanish, made me feel cherished and desired. It was strange to say out loud, but I liked him like that. Desperate and possessive and obsessed.
“I’m gonna need more, Hazel.” Lydia held her hand palm up and curled her fingers in agimmemotion.
“No one’s ever wanted me in that way. All of me, the good parts and the bad. And the fire in his eyes, the intensity of his touch, wasn’t what I expected at all. It was animalistic. Like he didn’t just want me. He needed me. Like it was painful to not touch me. To not be inside me.”
Lydia scooped up her napkin and fanned herself, still wide-eyed.
“Not in day-to-day life,” I clarified. “He’s so sweet and supportive and he lets me do my thing. But once we get physical, he changes. He’s all bossy and intense, telling me I belong to him.”
With that, she balled up her napkin and chucked it at me. “You lucky bitch. Fuck. He’s a damn book boyfriend come to life.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“Do you have Kindle Unlimited? I’ll text you some recs.”
I shook my head. It was like the words she was speaking were in a foreign language. “Focus, Lyd. Is it wrong? You know… that I like it so much?”
She pinched the bridge of her nose, giving me a long, disappointed look. “Hazel, sweetheart. You have hit the fucking man jackpot. Listen to me. Donotquestion this. Donotoveranalyze this. You are going to fuck your husband and enjoy the shit out of it for as long as you can, because men like Remy Gagnon do not exist in real life.”
She stood and dug a few dollars out of her pocket and tossed them on the table.
“And now,” she straightened her skirt, “I’ve got to get to school so I can shape young minds. But you, my friend, are going to finish breakfast and thank every god and deity for your good fortune. And then you are going to beg them to have mercy on your best friend, who can’t find a decent man within a one hundred–mile radius. Are we clear?”
I stood and gave her a hug. “We’re clear.”
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