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She blinks slowly. “So, you two did sleep together?”
“Only we didn’t sleep ‘sleep’ together.” I make air-quotes with my fingers.
“Well, maybe you need to sleep ‘sleep’ together.” She mirrors my air-quotes. “Maybe you should give him a chance. He might live up your book boyfriends on all other fronts."
"You haven’t been listening to me. There is nothing between us. Nothing except—"
"Intense, panty-melting, chemistry which will likely lead to hot, sweaty sex?” She smirks.
I shake my head, then sober. "I’m not convinced it’s just sex, either."
"Eh?" She blinks.
"He took care of me last night."
"What do you mean?"
I bite the inside of my cheek. "I had bad cramps from my period, and he massaged lavender oil into my stomach and—"
"He massaged lavender oil into your stomach because you were on your period?" she cries out.
"—and then he spooned me all night." I’m not going to tell her he made me come without touching my clit which—oh my god, Dennis hadn’t even managed to do with his penis.
Yeah, it’s a penis. I can’t call it a dick. It would be a disgrace to dicks everywhere to call that pale, less-than-average-sized, utility tool my ex sported in his pants a dick. The one I saw when he’d fucked my "friend" in our bed. That’s when I realized I wasn’t missing anything. Ricks’ cock, though... It's a cock’s cock. A master-of-all-he-surveys cock. A cock that would give an anaconda a run for its money. I squeeze my eyes shut.
What is wrong with me? It's like my mind has a mind of its own—ha-ha—traveling down paths of thought I don't want it to. This has got to stop.
"That’s not all, is it?" Mira chuckles. " I’m not going to force you to tell me if you don’t want to. The very fact that he spooned you, woman? That’s like hot and sweet and seriously sexy."
What is it about a man curving his body to fit the contours of your own that makes it more erotic than having his dick, and his fingers, and tongue inside you, all at the same time?
"Spooning releases 'cuddle hormones.' It’s why it’s so awesome. Of course, I have to admit, I love savage sex and make-up sex, as well as spooning after sex,” she says with a huge grin.
He’s already delivered on the third—without the sex—and I’m sure he’d be good at the first and the second, as well. Not that we’re going to have a lover’s quarrel, because we’re not lovers. Which makes usalmost-sex buddies. More like puck buddies, and—my phone buzzes with an incoming call.
I groan, "I have to take this. I’m sorry, Mira."
"I’m seeing you at Abby’s house tomorrow for a girl’s night, right?"
"Okay." I nod, though I’m not going for the girl’s night. That’s not my scene.
"If I don’t see you, I’m coming to your place to drag you there,” she warns.
"Fine, okay. I gotta go." I disconnect and answer the other call.
"Hello, Dennis."
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Rick
I prowl into the empty VIP box and find her holding her phone up to her ear. She’s looking into the distance, a wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips are turned down, her shoulders hunched forward. Whatever the conversation is about, it’s not making her happy.
"I understand, but—" she begins, but must get cut off because I can hear the person on the other end say something. The words are not comprehensible, but the depth of the voice makes it clear it’s a man.
"I know we had a plan, but Dennis—" She squeezes her eyes shut and listens to him.
Anger twists my guts. I’m thankful I didn’t stop to shower but only stripped off my protective gear, pulled on my sweatshirt and changed into my trainers before getting here. I knew there was a reason I had to hurry here after I saw her peeking through the glass panes. Oh, she thought she’d hidden herself, but all it took was a curve of her shoulder, and I knew who it was.
