Page 38 of Over the Line


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“No clue,” I say. “He slept in the bed.Islept on the floor.”

A gasp. “Seriously? What a jerk.”

Except, he gave me that pillow he was attached to the night before and covered me in blankets and rolled Steve up like an extra-large burrito…

I open my mouth to tell her that, but suddenly there’s a commotion at the front door—a flurry of wind and snow and noise.

I jerk my head up, watch Lake shuffle inside.

“Uh, Ells, honey,” I say instead. “I’ve got to go.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I say distractedly as I see him waver on those tree trunks of legs. “I’ll fill you in later.”

“Okay,” she says. “But don’t forget, jerk or not, if you change your mind about it being too soon, he supposedly knows how to use that branch of his and can—”

“Bye,” I say.

“Multiple orgasms!” she calls.

I blink, shake my head, and click off. “Lake?” I say, standing up from the stool, taking a step toward him.

Just as he slips and eats serious shit on the hardwood floor.

Sixteen

Lake

Fuckingouch.

“Oh my God!” Footsteps pounding toward me.

“Woof!”Nails clicking on the floor.

My ass. Sweet Jesus, my ass.

“Lake, oh my God, are you okay?”

I get my elbows under me, open my mouth to tell her to be careful.

It’s too late.

I watch her feet slip out from beneath her and she starts to fall, seemingly in slow motion as I roll toward her, trying to break her fall—

I do.

Just not the way I intended.

I move.

She falls…

“Oof!” I grunt.

…and lands right on top of me.

“Woof!”Steve launches himself at us, tiny demon paws landing on my stomach.

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