Page 60 of Merry Little Midlife Matchmaker

I struggled up to my elbows and laughed as he tried to help me, finally giving up and flopping into his arms. We stayed there like that for some time as our breathing returned to normal. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his fingers drifting down my arm and back up again, listening to his heartbeat slow as the minutes trickled into one another.

Finally, the reality of the situation entered my addled mind. I had one hand hooked over his shoulder, the other trapped between our bodies. Our naked bodies. I blinked against his skin and unmashed my face from his chest to glance up at him.

I’d just had sex with my brother’s best friend. Multiple times. There would be a reckoning.

He met my gaze, a soft smile on his lips. “Don’t,” he said.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say whatever you’re thinking right now.”

Slightly offended, I frowned. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“You’re going to say something about how we shouldn’t have done that, and I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t want me to?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I think we absolutely should’ve done that.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep.”

“What about now?”

“Now?”

“Yeah,” I answered, narrowing my eyes. “What happens now?”

“Well,” he said, “we could have a snack.”

“A snack.”

“That was a lot of energy to expend, and I’m feeling peckish.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you.” His lips twitched.

“I’m not feeding you until you tell me what the hell just happened.”

“Well, Lizzie, when two people are attracted to each other…”

“Stop it,” I said, biting back my laugh as I smacked his chest. “You know what I mean.”

He let out a breath and pressed his lips to my temple. “Do you regret it?”

“I…” Trailing off, I closed my mouth. “No,” I finally answered.

“Good.”

“That doesn’t mean I understand what we just did.”

“We just had sex, Lizzie. Hot sex. Unbelievably, mind-blowingly hot sex.”

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