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“Me too,” I rasp, my voice gravelly from screaming. I dip my head down to kiss him, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth.
Knox got to my apartment early this morning with an iced hazelnut truffle latte in hand, my favorite coffee order from Sunset Café. After we drank our coffee together, we attempted to watch a movie, which was interrupted by Knox’s hands fervently stroking my stomach, chest, legs, pretty much anywhere he could reach. I’m definitely not complaining, because his seductive strokes turned into the hottest couch sex of my life.
Right before we were interrupted by sex, Knox placed a delivery order for pizza, because my stomach had been growling since he arrived. I’ve barely had an appetite, since I’ve been so stressed over everything that happened with Maisie. I wish I was someone who could eat when I’m stressed or anxious, but that's never been me. Food is the last thing I can think about when my stomach is knotted with nerves.
We groan in unison as I slowly pull myself off Knox’s softening cock. His heated eyes track the separation between us, already looking like he’s ready for round two. Before I have a chance to stand, Knox pulls me against his hard chest and wraps us in a blanket that was hanging over the back of the couch, cocooning us in warmth.
“Can we just stay naked all weekend?” he whispers, trailing soft kisses down my neck.
“It depends,” I reply with a laugh.
“On what?”
“On if we’re able to have a serious conversation without clothes on,” I respond, arching a brow.
“We’re having a conversation now, aren't we?” he asks, brushing his fingers up and down the length of my naked back.
“I said aseriousconversation,” I clarify. “The one I’ve been asking you to have for weeks. Knox, we have to talk about our plan. I want to keep acting like our relationship is perfectly normal just as much as you do, but May is going to be here in the blink of an eye. We haven’t even discussed what we would say if someone found out before then. I’m just starting to get worried, and…”
“I know…” He cuts me off with a kiss. “I promise, we’ll talk about it this weekend.”
I roll my eyes at his diversion. “The weekend is here, Knox. Why don’t we start now?”
“The pizza’s going to be delivered any minute now,” he halts.
“And? We can start the conversation now and continue it after the pizza’s delivered. This is exactly my point, Knox. You’re always trying to put it off,” I groan with frustration.
“Fuck… I know, Phoebe,” he responds, running his hands through his hair. “I’ve just been enjoying getting to be with you and not having to think about the damn consequences for once. It was so exhausting fighting this for months, and I’m just not ready to go back to reality.” He lets out a sharp exhale at the idea.
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but there arelotsof consequences to what we’re doing. Reality is going to bite us in the ass if we don’t start figuring shit out,” I snap.Great, a fight.
“You think I don’t know that? Trust me, I’ve been over the consequences a million times in my head.”
“You’re not acting like you do. I’ve tried to have this conversation with you so many times,” I snap back.
“Phoebe, I’m trying my best, okay? I’m finally getting comfortable with the idea of dating my athlete. This is a position I never in a million years thought I’d be in. I’m so fucking happy I met you, but it’s going to take me time to adjust, Bee. Please try to understand that.” He runs his hands through his hair and he sighs, waiting for my response.
“I know. I’m just saying, we have to talk about it. We can’t keep putting it off.”
“I know, baby,” he exhales, pushing a fallen strand of hair behind my ear. “How about this. Let’s eat, take a shower, and then we’ll do nothing but talk. I promise nothing physical until we’ve had a conversation.”
“Then we better get to talking because I’m not waiting until tonight to have you inside of me again,” I smirk, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Such a dirty girl,” he growls, palming my ass cheeks with his rough hands.
Knock, knock, knock.
I snap my head towards the front door as three firm thuds sound through the living room. I stumble off Knox’s naked body, pulling on my discarded sweatpants from the floor and his extra-large t-shirt.
“Shit, pizza’s here. Put these on,” I rush out, tossing Knox his boxers.
“Worried someone might like what they see?” he smirks.
“Knox, just put them on.” I roll my eyes at him before swiftly making my way towards the front door.
Maisie’s out of town and I’m definitely not expecting anyone, so I don’t even think to check the peephole before I turn the knob and swing the door wide. I just assume it’s our delivery.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
