Page 22 of A Halloween Kind of Night

When he’d been trying to decide if he hated assholes or might like women, I’d been dating a professor.

We’d gone on and on like that for most of our friendship so that’d always kept us friend-zoning each other. I just hadn’t realized that until I’d taken the time to try to figure out what I wanted out of a relationship.

“Would you ever have asked?” That I wasn’t so sure about, but I asked it anyway. “You put up with a lot of shit from me before you call it out.”

He was a bit too patient with me sometimes.

His laugh said I was right.

“I think I’m going to plead the Fifth and promise you another orgasm in the morning.” His ridiculous way of avoiding answering made me laugh. “Ha. I knew that would work.”

Because he knew me too well…about most things at least.

“At some point I’m not going to let you bribe me with orgasms.” It was just going to be a while before we got there, though. “Eventually.”

Yep, I didn’t want him to think it would be anytime soon.

“You’ve been a bit caught up in the BDSM stuff and puppy stuff, huh?” He paused long enough for me to nod before he went back to working through his thoughts. “You were so…immersed in it, I guess is the right way to say it that I wasn’t sure how clearheaded you would be after your spanking.”

Hmm.

“It’s been…stuck in my head?” I wasn’t sure I had the right words for it. “The whole thing has been trapped in there and it’s made it hard to relax.”

And orgasm.

“We’re going to work through all of that shit in your head, but not tonight.” My sigh of relief made him laugh. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”

“Tonight is about cuddles and orgasms.” I already got my spanking so that was one thing off the to-do list. “And you making decisions.”

That was always nice, no matter if it was about chores or orgasms.

“Yes, and all you have to do is make sure I know if I accidentally run into a limit or if you need me to slow down on anything.” The hand on my head tightened and he started massaging his fingers into my scalp.

I moaned, not worrying about how I sounded at all since I was naked and he’d already figured out I liked him. “That’s so…”

“Another thing I should’ve realized.” He sounded vaguely sheepish when he realized how much I loved his touch, but I didn’t think it would last long.

“I didn’t want you to know.” He might’ve stopped touching me so much. “You’re important to me and I didn’t want to fuck that up.”

And younger me had thought pointing out how I felt would fuck things up.

Older me had the truth smacked in his face a few times by an insane barista, so I’d decided to grow up and hope it stopped him from chasing me out of the coffee shop for arguing with him.

“We’re not going to fuck anything up.” Letting out a sigh, Boone eased me back, tilting my head enough for him to see my face. “As long as we’re finally honest about what we want.”

Each other.

And he proved me right by leaning down and brushing his lips against mine.

It was barely a kiss but he looked pleased as fuck as he pulled away and straightened. “And what I want right now is to rub soap all over your body.”

Three cheers for honesty.

Chapter 7

Boone

And poof he was brain-dead again.

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