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“Try something I might believe.”
“You are so full of yourself it’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, when you’re the one who should be full of me. Tell me what’s wrong before I fuck the truth out of you.”
“I can’t…”
“Why not?”
“I have my period.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I try to intimidate her into telling me the truth. “One. As if that would stop me. And two, we had sex last night, and no, you don’t. And three, even if you could have got your period this morning after I left, you didn’t because I know your cycle. Have a reminder in my phone and everything.”
Her face goes black. She looks like she wants to murder me. “You. Do. Not.”
“Hell, yeah, I do. I need to be prepared for when you’re going to be extra mean.”
Suddenly, she’s not angry anymore. She looks something else. Sad. Almost like she’s going to cry. “Am I really mean to you?”
Sitting down on the bed next to her, I press my hand against her face, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. “Only when you don’t mean to be.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“The rest of the time, you’re trying to be mean. And I like it when you’re trying to be mean, because it just tells me you’re horny for my dick. Seems to work out for me in the end, babe.”
She shakes her head at me, still looking like she’s about to cry. “That’s really fucked up. I’m really fucked up.”
“You’re not fucked up, babe. Or if you are, it’s no more than everybody else. We’ve all got our shit.”
Lily stares into my face with her eyes narrowed. Her hand is on my forearm, squeezing me. “How are you so wise when you’re practically a tadpole?”
“Speaking of things that look like sperm…” I run my hand over the quilt covering her thick thigh.
“Jameson, don’t… I can’t.”
“Why not? What the hell is going on here, Lemon? If you really don’t want to have sex, that’s fine. But just talk to me. It’s driving me crazy, not knowing what’s going on.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Try me.”
“You can’t laugh.”
Brushing her long blonde hair back from her face, I stare straight into her eyes. “I would never laugh at you.”
“You promise?”
“I do. Lay it on me.”
“I hurt my back last night.”
My face breaks out into a huge grin. “That’s what this is about? Shit, Lemon, you scared me. I told you I was gonna break that back last night.”
“You said you wouldn’t laugh at me!” she accuses, poking her index finger into my chest and then wincing.
Catching her hand in mine, I lean down to kiss the pad of the finger she was poking me with and then between each knuckle until I get to her palm before kissing it, too. Then I kiss the back of her hand and hold it in both of mine. “I’m not laughing at you, babe. I never would.”
“You’re smiling.”
