Page 71 of Smut

“I’ll just have the bacon,” I tell her.

“But I’ve put the bacon in the pancakes,” she says.

I sigh. “Then those aren’t called regular pancakes.”

“Wow, you’re grumpy. I thought all the sex would have helped.”

“Again, we didn’t have sex.”

“Well, you never said what you had.”

“Does it matter?” I ask. She comes over and hands me a mug of coffee. “Thanks.”

“Drink that and cheer up. This is a great day.” She flashes her megawatt ivory-veneered grin at me.

I slurp back the coffee and close my eyes, taking it all in. “It’s always a great day for you.”

“I had a great date last night,” she says. “Life is goooood.”

“Do I want to know?”

“Yes,” she says, sliding the pancakes onto two plates. “But I don’t want to say anything about it in case I, how do you say? Ruin it all to shit.” She brings me one, despite the fact I’m waving my hands for her not to. “Eat it, you’re too skinny.”

“Yeah right,” I scoff. I feel like my ass has gotten wider ever since school finished. All this writing and sitting all day has made the excess fat and wine congregate in my butt cheeks. I figure it’s my body’s way of giving me a permanent seat—you’re a writer now, here’s your portable cushion!—but even so, it’s not appreciated.

“Don’t listen to me, then,” she says. “Besides, your boyfriend seems to like your body.”

“Not my boyfriend,” I tell her quickly. “Never my boyfriend.”

She opens her mouth but I cut her off. “Not my fuckboy either.” Speaking of fuckboy adventures, I wonder if I should text Rio about this. I want to dish all about it but at the same time it doesn’t seem right. She’ll wonder why I’m spending all this time with someone I’m supposed to hate.

And I do feel like I hate him this morning.

Just a little.

For being so damn smooth.

And firm.

And good with his lips.

Tongue.

The hard length of his cock.

The way he made me moan, louder than I ever have before.

“Look at you,” Ana coos. “So in love.”

I let out a strangled cry of frustration. “Oh my god, I can’t talk to you anymore,” I tell her, getting up just as my phone rings. I expect it to be Blake with his ears burning but my heart sinks when I see it’s my mother.

“Shit,” I swear. “What day is it?” I’ve totally lost track after school ended.

“Thursday,” Ana says.

Fuck. I promised to have lunch with my parents today. They’ve been hounding me about coming over for ages now and I’ve deftly avoided it. Until they brought up me being selfish and having no respect and blah blah blah.

“Hello, Mother.”

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