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“How, exactly?” She snorted.
“Maybe I love to sleep really far up.”
“Right. But you’d never be able to get in when my arms are at my sides.”
“You never know. I’m good at finding my way into tight spaces.”
What the fuck, she thought. For about twelve different reasons.
But could really only go with the most pressing one:
“Did you honestly just say the wordstightandspaces?”
“Yeah, I did. But honestly I have no idea how that happened, considering I started out by debunking that as a possibility and am now fully onboard and somehow in the middle of warning you away from the very real danger.”
He sighed at the end of that.
Heavily, it seemed to her.
Like he was having just as many problems as she was.
Even though that was preposterous. Everything he’d just said was preposterous. She wasn’t the one in any danger. He was, if anything. So what exactly was it that he meant? “But why would you feel like you might accidentally do anything to me? I mean, it’s not as if you’re riled up by anything right now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Of course I’m riled up right now.”
“Even though you’re just laid here. In the dark. Next to a friend.”
“Yeah, a friend who got me off an hour ago, and is now nearly naked, about a millimeter away from me. Oh, and who also seems to be squirming around like an absolute maniac for no good reason that I can think of.”
Fuck, she thought.
Because he was right, of course he was right.
She didn’t want him to be right, but he was.
Somehow, she’d started doing exactly what he’d said.
And she didn’t have a good reason for it, either.
So really her only choice left was denial.
“I’m not squirming. In fact, I’m completely still,” she said.
But it came out too mulish and weak, and she knew it.
It took him almost no effort to pull apart her nonargument.
“The bed is practically rocking. I feel like I’m being fucked by a ghost,” he said, and all right, now she had to concede. She had no choice at all.
In part because she was laughing too hard to do anything else. “Well, you were the one who mentioned your dick. What did you expect?” she asked, between giggles.
“That you would laugh. I said it to be funny. I didn’t mean to be dirty.”
“But everything we do seems dirty now.”
“I know. I don’t know what’s going on with me,” he groaned,and okay, here it was now. The question she wanted the answer to. The reason he was losing it like this, repeatedly. Because deep down, she knew it couldn’t just be some kink.
It had to be more. It had to be other factors.
