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I paused. “What?”
She groaned again. “Oh my God, Ben! I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Seemed pretty clear to me,” I grumbled.
She started to laugh but then covered her mouth with her hand. Her brown eyes danced, and seriously, I couldn’t even be mad. I had it bad. Like so bad it was embarrassing.
“I wasn’t talking about the sex,” she said, pulling her hand from her lips. “I was talking about all the times I imagined what it would be like with you.” She gazed up shyly. “Like if you were mine.”
“I am yours.”
“Well, you are way better than I could even imagine,” she told me, eyes glimmering. “I love you.”
Yeah. She owned me.
“I love you too,” I whispered, leaning in for a kiss.
Her arms circled my torso, grappling at my back muscles as I licked into her mouth and made myself at home.
“So about my dick,” I said when we finally parted.
Her laughter echoed up to the ceiling. Laying her palm against my cheek, thumb brushing near the corner of my mouth, she said, “I more than liked it. It was the best first time any girl has ever had. I’m glad you chased all those other guys away because they would never have come close to this. To you.”
“To my dick.” I confirmed.
Pushing her hand between us, she reached for him. But it was snatched back just as fast. “Ew!”
Groaning, I fell onto my back. “I’m gonna have a complex.”
“The condom,” she said, pointing. “It’s sticky.”
Reaching down, I pulled the rubber off, tied the top, and tossed it over the side of the bed.
Before I could say anything else, she leaned down and brushed her lips against the shaft. “I’m sorry,” she told him, kissing again. “I think you’re perfect.”
He jerked, already perking to life. “He forgives you.”
Smiling, she crawled up my chest. Stacking her hands beneath her chin, she looked at me. “You really saved yourself for me.”
“I’d do anything for you,” I told her truthfully.
“Or you could just make love to me again.”
My eyes flew to her face, and she smiled.
“I knew it,” I announced, rolling on top of her, already settling between her legs. “You’re addicted.”
She laughed. “I definitely am.”
“That’s okay, final girl, because I am too.”
32
Jess
My fingers flew over the black and ivory keys, perfectly playing chords and challenging scales I’d been terrified were forgotten. But the second I saw the piano sitting grandly on the theater stage, a sense of fierce longing and homesickness filled my chest, making me sorry I’d stayed away for so long.
And now I sat here slightly bowed over the keyboard, practically one with the instrument as the harmony I needed no sheet music for spilled from my pores. I questioned how I could ever have thought I would forget this.
