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Jesus Christ, we were going to be matching.

“What size are you?”

“I’m no size.”

Hazel held up a shirt with a cartoon burger and french fries on it. “I only have fries for you!” declared the excited looking fries from a big speech bubble.

She lined the shoulders of the shirt up with my shoulders as if the monstrosity was going to go on my body.

“And look, here’s mine!”

I glanced at the shirt she was holding up to her own chest.

“Oh! You’re such a spud!” said the burger, batting flirtatious lashes at the fries.

I was in hell.

I purchased both for us because I was a dumbass.

And because she made that stupid pouty lip face. I hadn’t seen her be this playful in a while. How was I supposed to resist? Hopefully Remy wouldn’t find out because I’d probably owe him money.

We also managed to pick up some actual essentials like toothbrushes, toothpaste and whatever other mysterious creams and concoctions Hazel wanted. Lacy things that made me want to throw her over my shoulder and leave that instant. Plus a green blanket so thick I couldn’t see Hazel’s face over the top when she was hugging it.

After we checked ourselves in, I pushed her against the door and slid down her body.

“I’m glad you like those pyjamas,” I said, kissing every inch of revealed skin as I unzipped her jeans. “But I’m going to work very hard tonight to make sure we never need to wear them.”

41

ALEKS

I was in my favourite place in the whole entire world when Hazel’s phone rang.

I glanced at where it lay discarded on the table beside us. Remy. Video-calling as well. In addition to birthing the horribly named group chat he was also trying to condition us into making video calls instead of phone calls.

I used my free hand to place the buzzing phone in her hand before lowering my head again.

“You should answer,” I told her, going back to work.

Hazel called me rude and undeserving names.

“Hey…Remy,” she answered, her voice tight.

“Hey babe! Are you and…he’s eating you out isn’t he?”

I couldn’t hold back a laugh. Hazel squirmed as the vibrations tickled her.

“How did you know?” Hazel whined.

Remy sounded extremely offended by this. “Why are you acting like I don’t know the exact face you make when you’re getting your pussy eaten?” His voice rose louder, crackling through the speaker. “Like I don’t do that for you regularly and with great enthusiasm?”

I took advantage of the distraction to press two fingers into her slick cunt.

“Now he’s finger fucking you, tell me I’m wrong.”

Hazel gripped my hair tighter. “Remy,” she said, frustrated.

“Oh no, babe. Don’t be rude. You tell me who’s making you feel good.”

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