She turns her head. “Uh, that’s a yes.”
I rest my hand on her thigh. “You good?”
“I’ve just been fucked, T. Twice. Gotta give me a minute.”
I laugh as I roll off the bed and discard the rubber just like I did the last one.
When I come back to bed, she’s still lying there.
“Do you need anything?” I ask. “Another washcloth.”
She sits up on her elbows. “That was kinda sweet of you.”
I give her a look. “Hey, I’m not a total asshole.”
She shakes her head. “I’m okay. I’ll shower before I go back to bed.”
I stare at her as she looks at me, wide-eyed. Guilt starts to slowly creep through my veins.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m better than okay, T. That was amazing.”
I clear my throat, but before I can say what’s on my mind, she beats me to it.
“And don’t worry. I know that Mom and Terrance can’t know about this. I’m not a total idiot,” she says. “I’m not going to fall in love with you or anything.”
I quirk an eyebrow. I’m not sure if I like her saying that. Something hits me in the chest, and I wonder if it’s me catching feelings and not her.
I clear my throat. “Probably a good idea. But how can you resist?” I give her a wide smile and she laughs.
“In all seriousness, you really should smile more.”
I pull the comforter over her. “And you need to sleep.”
She falters. “I should… I should go back to my room.”
I shake my head. “Stay for a little bit.”
What the fuck am I saying?
A smile plays on her lips. “Are you worried I’ll think you’re a douchebag if you kick me out?”
I shake my head. “No.” Yes.
“Because you’re only a douchebag when you think you’re funny.”
I bump her with my hips as she yawns. “I’m funny all the time.”
“Not lately.”
“No?”
She shakes her head.