Page 161 of My Rules

Damn it, why do I always revert back to my old habits?

John is never coming back, and I don’t even want him to, so why would I still think of my bedroom as half his?

The house is all mine now, remember?

Determined to do better, I walk in and pull the blankets back. You want to sleep in my bed ... fine, let’s do this.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

“Sure.” He picks up the remote and flicks the television on. “We can watch our movie up here.”

I give him a stifled smile; I think he’s trying to kill the awkwardness before it arrives.

And it will; it has to. We’ve been friends for years.

Five minutes later, he walks back into the bedroom looking like a supermodel. White towel around his waist and rippled muscles. He has a tray with two glasses of water and a tub of ice cream and two spoons.

“Nightcap?” He throws me a playful wink as he puts the tray down on my bedside table.

I smile up at the sleepover god. “I suppose some sugar would counteract the boredom of tonight.”

He widens his eyes and launches over and play wrestles me as he throws me onto my back. He bites my shoulder, and I laugh out loud.

“Wrong answer, Rebecca.”

Blake

Sunlight peeks through the crack of the drapes, and the birds sing loudly outside. The serene sound of Rebecca’s regulated breathing is all I can hear.

I lie on my side, staring at her like the creep that I am.

She’s perfect.

And I knew it; I knew she would be. I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on her that this is where we were going to end up.

I hate that she didn’t.

I frown at the wayward thought. Stop it.

I can’t think like that. She was married. Of course she didn’t think of me like that.

So why did I?

How did I know on first sight?

She rolls toward me and lies on her side, and I smile in appreciation. I don’t care how we got here; I’m just glad that we did. Her long dark hair is splayed across the pillow, and her eyelashes flutter as she dreams. Her skin is creamy and alluring, and my eyes drop lower to her bare breast, then down over her hips.

The throb in my dick notifies me of his intentions.

No.

Not this morning. We are not having a quickie in the morning as our first time.

We’re waiting.

She rolls over onto her back, and her legs fall open, and my cock instantly becomes painfully hard.

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