Page 74 of Loathe at First Sight

After I slide out of her, I quickly walk over to the trash can to throw the condom away. I’m not sure what to expect from here.

Is Liz going to regret what we just did?

Is she going to get up and run off?

I hope not. After what just happened, I’m not in any hurry for her to leave.

When I get back to the bed, I climb in next to her. She lays on her back, looking up at the ceiling while her chest heaves.

“Wow,” she says, still out of breath.

“No fucking joke,” I agree.

“That was…”

“Incredible?”

She nods. “Yeah. Definitely incredible. Who knew that Paul Bunyan would be that good in bed?”

That gets a loud laugh out of me as she turns to give me a smile.

“Right back at you, princess.”

“When I came over here, I wasn’t expecting that to happen,” she says. “I was just planning on yelling at you.”

“I don’t think either of us planned it, Liz. But I just couldn’t let you walk out of here with you thinking that I hated you.”

She turns on her side so that she’s facing me. “You did hate me, though—at least at first.”

“I don’t know that I hated you. I just thought I should stay away from you.”

Her eyes narrow in on me. “Why?”

“Just didn’t think it would be a good fit.” I try to be vague. Although I wouldn’t mind eventually telling her about why I had my reservations because of past relationships, I don’t want to do it while we are lying in bed naked together.

Thankfully, she doesn’t push. She just asks, “Why’d you change your mind?”

Moving closer to her, I run my thumb over her cheek. “Because no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t seem to get Liz Lawson out of my head.”

“But I’m a bratty princess,” she says with a tiny grin.

“True,” I agree while gently pulling her forward until our lips touch. “I’ll just have to fuck the brat right out of you.”

She uses her teeth to nip at my bottom lip. “I don’t know if you can. Those waters run pretty deep.”

“It’ll be fun to try.”

I lean down to kiss her again, this time, deepening it while I wrap my arms around her.

We just start to get lost in the moment when the foot of the bed dips, and a giant furry dog is suddenly wedging her way between us.

Liz pulls back and looks at Ellie. “Uhm, Jack? Has this dog been here the whole time?”

I laugh. “Yeah. She was probably passed out in the other room.”

“How did I not notice a whole fucking dog?”

“Well, we were a little preoccupied.”

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