Page 55 of Wild Dreams

Marigold clapped. "Yes! That's it."

"Unbelievable," Scarlett mumbled.

Eli stood up and grabbed another card from the box. "How are they better than us? They're not dating."

"We're more in touch with each other," I teased.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes on us. "And why would that be?"

"Just because you have your tongue down each other's throats doesn't mean you talk to each other," Marigold said.

"We talk," Scarlett said, but her voice was uncertain.

"Sure, you do. How many times do you end up in bed before you finish that conversation?" Marigold pressed.

Scarlett thought about it for a few seconds and looked helplessly at Eli.

"She's got you there," Eli said, his voice filled with pride.

Scarlett and Eli did just as poorly the second time, and we got two out of three before the timer went off.

Pam entered the room. "Anyone ready for pie?"

"Yes," Eli said. "Anything to stop playing this game. We're terrible at it."

After pie, Marigold said she was stuffed and too tired to go to the Wildes' party. I offered to take her home since I was her ride.

At her house, I put the truck in Park.

"Thanks for inviting me. But don't feel like you have to in the future. I'm just fine on my own."

"There's an open invitation for you."

"That's sweet of you. But honestly, I'm fine."

I walked her to the door, holding the box of leftovers Mom had prepared for her while she wrangled Oakley. "You want me to stop by later?" I wasn't ready for the evening to be over.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, do you? I'll just get addicted to all this." She gestured in my general direction.

I frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Her face blushed. "You know, your prowess in bed."

My mouth opened, then closed, and I stepped closer to her. "My prowess in bed?" I think my dick was already getting hard at her depiction of our night together.

Her gaze narrowed on me. "Yeah, you know what I'm talking about."

Suddenly, I didn't want to go to a party. I wanted to stay right here with her and show her how good I could be. I braced my free hand on the siding behind her head and went in for a searing kiss. I wanted her to feel my lips on hers the rest of the night. I wanted her to be thinking about me, filling her, moving over her.

When I finally pulled back, her eyes were glossy.

"I don't want to leave."

She shoved me with a hand on my shoulder. "You have to, or they'll think something's going on between us."

I raised a brow, considering my options. "I could say I'm working."

Marigold rolled her eyes. "They'll know you're not."

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