Page 54 of Butterfly Effect

“Too easy,” I add.

“You’reeasy.”

“And?”

Someone clears their throat.

This time,wefreeze, slow-motion, turning our faces to find Fletch and Landon staring at our exchange.

I crack a cheesy smile, ignoring the beads of sweat forming at my hairline, then tap my cheek and offer it to her. “Need my goodbye kiss.”

From my vision’s periphery, her gaze sparks with a vengeance, but she plays along.

Her lips—God, her lips—are pillowy soft against my morning stubble and leave me wanting more. I hate that I can never have enough of her.

“That’s it? You two aresuperlame.”

I glare at Landon. “We weretryingto spare you. Maybe next time we won’t be so considerate.”

“Heh-heh.” Gabe nervously lifts her breakfast. “Gotta go.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. ‘Next time,’” he mocks me. “And when will that be?”

Look sharp, Boehner.

“Gabe’s birthday party, of course.”

Nice save.

“Does Indi know about this?”

“Not yet, but invites are on their way. I was gonna keep the plans under wraps, but since you’re all sonosy?—”

“Looking forward to it!” Landon waves a politely smiling Gabe off as she escapes. “Bye, Gabe! Have a good day at work!” He re-focuses on his phone as a string of text notifications ring out. “Ooohh. Husband duty calls.”

“Yuck. No need to rub it in how much sex you’re having.” Fletcher’s mouth turns down. “Guess I’m off to the bookstore.”

Poor guy needs to get laid so badly. Hell, I need to get laid. I don’t know how Fletcher lives without sex, but I am not strong enough to stay celibate with Gabe Finch around.

On my mind, in my house, at the games. Fuck, she’s everywhere. And it’s not at all where I want her to be. In my arms, against my mouth, on my cock.

It’s too bad she doesn’t want any of that from me. Or does she?

Freckles

Fuck off, you’re not throwing me a birthday party.

Me

It was supposed to be a surprise, but a certain Indira Davé-Radek ruined it, remember??

Freckles

You’re literally the worst.

Me

I’m the best at making you breakfast

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