Page 48 of Picture Us

“I can’t promise that.” Drew flashed their charming smile. “Are you going to tell me what’s in there?”

Shaking her head, Rose pursed her lips. “Nope, you’ll have to wait.” She had stayed up late the night before getting it wrapped and went to all the trouble to carry it through the subway. She certainly wasn’t going to let Drew have a hint.

But before they stepped out into the hallway, a flash of realization lit up Rose’s eyes. “Fuck, I forgot my bag on the bed!”

She was about to walk toward the bed, but Drew stopped her and jogged across the loft themself. They grabbed the bag, which was open, from the bed. Looking down at it, their head tilted. After a second, they brought their gaze back to Rose, sauntering across the apartment toward her.

Just a few inches from Rose, Drew opened the bag under her chin. “Rose Miller. Did you pack a vibrator in your bag for your friends’ engagement party?”

Rose’s face flushed pink at the question, delicately tucking a hair behind her ear. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt to have.”

With a smirk, Drew pushed Rose against the wall. When her body slammed into the brick, a moan pushed out of her lungs. The gift her hand made a light thump against the stone. Drew went in for a kiss but Rose lifted a finger to their lips.

It was a challenge. Could Drew manage a whole night without putting their lips on hers?

Drew put one hand on the brick just past Rose’s ear, the other gripping her waist. “You want me to fuck you at this party?”

Rose shrugged. It took everything in her body to speak. “If I let you.”

“You’re a dirty, dirty girl.” Drew’s chest heaved with excitement, barely able to resist the temptation to kiss her then and there. Instead, they brought their lips to her exposed neck, dragging their tongue up toward her jaw. Rose’s skin rose into bumps at their touch.

Their mouth worked its way down her neck to her collarbone, dropping lower and lower toward her cleavage. Rose felt herself getting lost in Drew’s touch, a moan lingering in her throat.

But she grabbed Drew’s chin and brought their gaze back to hers. “You have to be patient.”

“I’m not very good at that,” Drew confessed, their eyes darting between her face and her exposed chest.

With a playful shrug, Rose opened the front door and started walking out. Drew followed suit. The pair were slow on the stairs, making sure Rose didn’t trip over her heels on the way down.

Drew was sure to let her go first so she could set the pace. Rose felt their eyes on her ass the entire descent and loved knowing that their clit would be throbbing by the time they reached the bottom.

“Do you want me to carry that?” Drew asked, gesturing to the gift.

“Nope!” Rose shook her head, she was too proud of it to let it go.

Just from the way they walked, Rose could tell they were excited. Clearly, the thought of fucking Rose somewhere they could get caught was doing something for Drew.

They led Rose to a pizza shop down the block, just a few minutes from the bar hosting the party. When they approached the outdoor counter, the heat from the pizza shop leaked out onto the street. Rose realized it must be boiling in there if she could feel the heat from the late June street. The concrete absorbed all the heat from the summer sun and let it slowly seep into the air overnight.

Worried her makeup would run, Rose was grateful for the gusts of air drifting out of the subway vents beneath them – probably the only time someone was grateful to be blasted with stinky subway air.

“What do you like?” Drew asked.

“Just two plain cheese, please.” Rose smiled. “But I’ll pay!”

Drew wrinkled their forehead. “Why would I let you do that?”

“Let me?” Rose rolled their eyes. “What, you pay because you’re masc?”

Drew shrugged.

“Yuck.” Rose faked a retch. “Besides, whoever invited the other pays. That’s the rule.”

“Says who?”

Before she could answer, the cashier appeared in the window to take their orders.

“How ya doing, dude? Can we do three slices of cheese and a pepperoni?” Drew nodded at the guy, who clearly recognized them.

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