Page 46 of Finally Moore

MyheadrestsonScott’s chest. This morning the roles have reversed and it’s my arm and leg draped over his. I’ve never been much of a cuddler. Didn’t matter if I was the big or little spoon, I always felt trapped and had to escape within five minutes. But now, waking up tangled in Scott’s arms, I dread having to move. But unfortunately, my bladder demands it.

As gently as I can, I crawl out of bed. If I’m lucky, I can take care of business fast and be back under the covers before he knows I’m gone. I stand from the bed and stretch my limbs. Every inch of my body hurts in the most delicious way possible. Muscles I haven’t used in what feels like forever are now beyond exhausted. I put on Scott’s discarded shirt and, out of habit, grab my phone from the nightstand as I sneak away to the bathroom. My legs still wobbly from our sexcapades.

When I open my lock screen, it’s no surprise that there are a hundred texts from Hannah.

Hannah: Sorry. I’m here. The newlyweds clogged the toilet and things got a little messy.

Hannah: But don’t worry, everything is all cleaned up and operational. Told them condoms belong in the trash can. You’d think every adult would know that by now.

Hannah: What’s going on?

Hannah: Babe? Are you okay?

Hannah: Who do I need to kill?

Hannah: I knew it! The sweet, quiet ones are always the crazy axe murderers.

Hannah: Okay, Scar, real funny. What’s going on?

Hannah: Scarlett?

Hannah: Okay, I just saw you and Scott drop off the kiddo and walk back to your place. So I know you’re alive. Still not cool. Answer me!

Hannah: The only acceptable reason to be ignoring me right now is because Scott is balls-deep in your vag. If not, our friendship is over.

I glance at the time and see it’s still early enough that she should be here. Sheila is known for being late for shift change. I’d fire her if I wasn’t desperate for staff as it is.

As much as I want to get dressed and talk to Hannah in person, I also want to crawl back into bed and pray Scott doesn’t regret what we did and, if I’m lucky, wants to do it again.

Me: Busy?

Hannah: You’re a cunt!

Me: Sorry…

Hannah: Just tell me that this radio silence is because your hands were full… playing with his dick.

Me: We did it.

My phone vibrates immediately with an incoming call. “Hello,” I whisper.

“You did it?” she screams. “As in had sex, not played Parcheesi?”

“Yes, we had sex. If you can even call it that.”

“Did he insert his dick into you? Because if he did, then, yes, I’d call that sex.”

“Yes, he did. Several times.” I smile just thinking about it. “It’s just… I’ve had sex before and that…thatwas something else. Oh my god, he’s so big I can hardly close my legs right now.”

“Knew it,” Hannah mumbles to herself. “It’s always the ones you’d least suspect who end up being hung like a horse.”

“You have no idea.” My core throbs at the memory. “He lit up my body like a Christmas tree. There wasn’t an inch of me he didn’t lick, suck, caress. I’ve just never felt anything like it before. And the things he said—”

“Babe, calm down.” Hannah chuckles. “It’s been a long time since you’ve had something that wasn’t battery-operated between your legs, so of course it felt incredible.”

“Hannah, trust me. This wasn’t because I’ve been deprived for so long. This wasallhim, and I think he really likes me. I’ve never felt like this. Not even with Kasey. That’s crazy, right?”

Hannah sighs. “I don’t know, Scar. This is uncharted territory for us both. I just… I don’t want you to get hurt. Remember, you guys are playing house. I mean, you know me and I’m in total support of you getting as much Grade-A dick as you can during this whole charade. Just don’t forget that’s what it is. Besides, not that I think Scott’s the type, but still… you’re kind of a celebrity.” She sighs into the phone. “Do me a favor? Please keep your heart out of this, or he’s going to break it.”

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