Page 40 of Filthy Little Secret

I set the bowl down on the coffee table.

I move closer to him, reach out, and tickle under his arms.

I can tell from things we’ve done in the past how ticklish he is, and it’s nice using it against him now.

“No, stop! Please stop!”

I lift him off the floor and throw him over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Giving you what you asked for.”

I fuck him good, to the point of exhaustion. I know I should leave. Don’t want to give him the wrong idea like I kinda did when I kissed him on the cheek in the living room, but I kinda do want to give him the wrong idea.

And it’s not as much of the wrong idea as I keep making it out to be.

No, Mark’s not like the other guys at all. He’s cool. He’s someone I have a great time with. I wish I didn’t have so much goddamn life-stuff going on because I want to spend so much time with him.

But I know what the reality is.

Even knowing that, when we finish and shower up, I head back into the bedroom.

When I don’t throw my clothes on, and instead, crawl into the bed with him, I’m waiting for him to make a big fuss out of it. Call me out like he did on the kiss.

He doesn’t say anything, though, as I sneak up beside him.

“I’m gonna crash, if you don’t mind,” I say. “Just need to get a little sleep.”

It’s not ’cause I’m tired, and I know it, but because I want to be around him some more.

“That’s cool,” he says. “You wanna watch a movie? I can pull something up on Netflix.”

He picks his laptop up off the nightstand and pulls it into the bed with him.

“Here,” he pulls his pillow out from under him and hands it to me. “I’ll lay flat on the mattress, and you use that so you can see over me. I like falling asleep to it anyway.”

“Really?” I ask, thinking how cute that is.

“Yeah, I know, Greg always told me how weird that is.”

“It’s not that weird.”

He glances at me, and we share gazes for a few moments too long. I find this happening more and more frequently these days.

“What are we gonna watch?” I ask.

“Anything but horror,” he says quickly. “I can do sci-fi or fantasy, though. I’ve been watching this supernatural thriller series if you want to give it a try.”

I can tell he’s excited about it, so I tell him to put that on. He lays across the bed, me behind him.

There’s less than half a foot between us, and something in me urges me to close the gap. I want to sling my arm around him.

God, I’ve never felt that way about a guy.

I’m kind of mad that I’m starting to with Mark.

Who the fuck do I think I am lying in bed with a guy like him? Watching fucking movies? Kissing him on the cheek? So much for not giving him the wrong idea.

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