Page 17 of Falling in Love with Two

“Believe me, I did not think you were a sure thing. But in my book, taking a shot on some boobs I might get to touch is better than just staring at some that I won’t.”

“How very philosophical of you. They should put that on the inside of a fortune cookie.”

I like her witty sense of humor.

“What about you?” I ask.

“Oh, I didn’t plan on seeing any boobs tonight, but I guess if someone offered—”

“I meant why did you come out tonight?”

She swirls her straw around the walls of her glass as if trying to figure out what answer she wants to give me.

“Well, Amy convinced me to come out and have some fun, but really, it was just so she could give me some shitty news.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope,” she answers. “I want to forget about it.”

“How’s that going?”

“Well, this helps.” She holds up her drink before gulping the rest of it down. “Think you can help me finish the job?”

I follow suit and take the last swig from my beer bottle. “I think I can help with that.”

She stands up and walks over to my side of the table. I turn sideways in my chair so that we are face-to-face.

“I think that you and I had a bet that I need to pay up for,” she says while positioning herself between my knees. She shakes her hair out of her face, and I get a whiff of strawberries.

“You know I won't hold you to that, right?” I ask. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

She gives me a small nod. “I know.”

She steps in a little closer and grabs my hands. She pulls them behind her to set them on her hips before wrapping her own around my neck.

I’m used to being the one making the first move, but fuck, I’m not complaining.

Leaning in, she presses her lips against mine. When her tongue sweeps into my mouth, my hands move down to palm her ass.

Breaking the kiss, she asks, “What if I want to make good on the bet?”

“Then, I think you and I should get the fuck out of here.”

six

Eh, I Really don’t Care

Leah

Twenty minutes later, Dylan and I have paid our tabs and are in the back of a cab. When he asked where I wanted to go, I couldn’t exactly say back to Amy’s. Banging on the couch where Amy is probably getting laid in the next room doesn’t sound very appealing.

So, I told Dylan we could go back to his place. Maybe I’m setting myself up for disappointment—or to be murdered—but my head is fuzzy, and all I can think about is seeing exactly what it is that Dylan can do with that tongue of his.

The entire time we were hanging out, I knew I was probably going to go home with him. Despite not being my typical type, he made me laugh. That’s always a perk.

And he’s ridiculously good looking.

When he made the comment about his tongue, it sealed the deal for me.

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