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I broke the kiss and turned my head to look at the door. Joey stood holding it open. He looked sorry that he came back.

“Goddammit. Nevermind.”

He turned around and left. The door swung shut behind him.

I laughed and kissed a smiling Amantha again. I could get used to this.

Chapter 28

Saturday evening, I walked into Amantha's apartment with mud smeared on my face. I'd tried to wash it off my hands but there were still streaks there, too. Luckily, the track's jumpsuit mainly protected my clothes.

She gave me her key before I left for work that morning.

Amantha sat on the couch reading a book. She looked up when I came in and laughed.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

I shut the door behind me and threw my keys on the coffee table.

“Got a truck stuck in the mud earlier.” I held up my muddy hands and smiled. “I got it out, though!”

“Congratulations, I guess. You need a shower.”

Oh really? A grin spread across my face.

“I didn't mean with me,” she warned.

“You didn't?”

I rushed across the room and picked her up. Her book fell to the couch and her legs wrapped around me. She laughed as I rubbed my muddy face all over her chest.

“I didn't mean it. But I won't protest. Saving water and all.”

I kissed her throat. “Exactly. That's what we're doing.”

With Amantha wrapped around me, I walked us into the bathroom and shut the door. I sat her on the counter.

“Where's Neo?” I asked.

“Sleepover,”

My eyes widened. “So we get to be as loud as we want tonight? And I don't have to leave your bed afterward?”

She smiled. “Certainly looks that way.”

“Yes, thank God.”

I swooped in on her and gave her one kiss for every button I undid on her clothing, kissing her throat, her shoulders, herbreasts. When I was out of buttons, I offered a kiss for every piece of clothing I removed, from socks to panties.

When she was naked, Amantha said, “Your turn.” She placed a kiss somewhere on my body for every piece of clothing she removed.

When I was naked too, I held up one finger. “Hold on one second.”

I pushed aside the navy and silver curtain and started the shower. A matching bath mat cushioned my feet while I adjusted the faucet. I went back to her while we waited for the water to warm.

She smiled at me.

“Hi,” I said, brushing my nose against hers.

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