Page 183 of My Rules

“I’d buy it,” Henley replies as he picks up some talcum powder and looks at it for a beat longer than normal.

“What?”

“This is the one Dad used.”

I snatch it off him and throw it in my basket. “I’m buying it for you.”

“I don’t have sweaty balls.”

“I beg to differ.” I look around the store. “Where the hell are the toiletries bags?”

“Why do you need a new toiletries bag? Don’t you have a ton of them, like everyone else?”

“I want a new one.” I keep looking around. “I’m doing everything new from here on out.” I pick up some deodorant and throw it into my basket. We look around some more.

“What time do you leave?”

“Flight’s at three.” I smile. “I can hardly wait to get there.”

Antony smiles. “I like you like this.”

“Calm down, Romeo.” Henley sighs, unimpressed. “It’s been one night.”

“One perfect night,” I correct him.

“I think he’s been with enough women to know if something feels right,” Antony replies. “The entire romantic world isn’t doom and gloom, you know, Hen?” He throws his hands up. “What are you talking about, anyway? Look at you and Juliet. I mean, if you found someone to love your grumpy ass as much as she does, that proves there is definitely hope for the two of us. And now ... with the baby coming.” He squeezes Henley’s traps and shakes his shoulders. “Big Daddy.”

Henley rolls his eyes. “I’m just saying, take it slow.”

“You go as fast as you need to.” Antony elbows me with a smirk. “Don’t listen to the grinch.”

“I’m not, don’t worry.” I pick up some shampoo and throw it into my basket.

“Okay, what else do you need?” Antony asks as he looks around.

“I need to learn how to be romantic.”

“Impossible.” Henley looks at me deadpan.

“It’s not impossible.”

“Look it up in the dictionary, then.”

“It’s in the dictionary?” I frown as we walk between the shelves.

“Yes.” He keeps walking in front. “It’s in between the words stupid and gullible.”

Rebecca

I bend down to zip my suitcase, and I feel a throb deep inside. My body is tender this morning, suffering the consequences of our rough night.

Images of Blake on top of me come floating through my mind. My legs were up around his shoulders, his cock so deep that I felt every single inch that he gave me.

The look on his face as he came.

I smirk to myself; I can still feel that damn piercing, and good lord ... it was good. Who am I kidding: it wasn’t good.

It was fucking phenomenal.

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