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“Your mom will know,” I hissed.
Worse, she’d be thrilled. Beyond thrilled, elated. Ecstatic. Euphoric. She’d never say the words aloud, but her desperation for her son and her best friend’s daughter to get together was palpable.
“Well, I can’t control my mom, but that’s a good point,” Ben conceded. “We’ll just be normal. Totally normal.”
Laying in bed with Ben after a night of orgasms didn’t exactly meet the criteria of “normal,” but we couldn’t exactly change the night before now. Maybe we could pretend.
“And after dinner?” Ben asked, his finger tracing a path along my inner knee.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I asked, keeping my voice level while I pushed back goosebumps.
He frowned. “No. I mean, sure, but that wasn’t what I was talking about. I meant this, us sleeping together.”
“Oh,” I stuttered, suddenly feeling out of my depth and wishing I’d at least put on a pair of pants. “Well, I don’t know. Wasn’t this just, like, a fluke?”
Ben’s mouth twitched before his jaw clenched. Not the answer he wanted. “Sex in the hot tub could be considered a fluke, Thea, but the bed? And then again at three? I think you only get to call one orgasm a fluke.”
“We’d been drinking.”
“We didn’t even open the wine.”
“It’s been a weird weekend.”
“Whose fault is that?” he snorted.
“I don’t know. Maybe the guy who pretended he was my ex?”
“You’re blaming this on me?”
I shook my head, sensing a fight I didn’t want to have on the horizon. “No, I just think maybe we got a little swept up in the glamour of it all.”
“Too many rose petals to resist?” Ben asked, nodding down at the floor.
“Something like that,” I conceded. “I think things will look a lot different once we’re back home, in our normal life.”
“And if it’s not?” His brown eyes bored into mine with an intensity that took me off guard.
I shrugged. “I guess we’ll deal with that then.”
“So, pretend this weekend didn’t happen?”
“Not the sex parts, anyway.”
“The kissing?”
“Maybe that part too.”
Ben frowned. “That’s asking a lot. I’m not sure I can forget.”
“Me neither, but it’d be better if we did. We got swept away a little. It happens.” I shrugged as if making out and then sleeping with your friend just happened sometimes even though it certainly hadn’t happened before.
He nodded. “Okay. That’s how we’ll play it for now then. If that’s what you want.”
What I wanted was to climb back under the covers and forget Franklin Notch, dinner with his parents and our entire history together. I wanted to call down to the front desk, extend our stay another day, and crawl back under the covers.
“Let’s get dressed and grab breakfast before we go.”
He pushed himself off the bed, rustling through his open backpack for a change of clothes. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, hoping to distract myself with celebrity gossip or a new clothing collection.
