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JavaJackOfAllTrades: I’m really excited it’s you.

My phone buzzed almost immediately.

Bricker: Yeah? You’re serious?

JavaJackOfAllTrades: [GIF of a person wearing rainbows head-to-toe throwing colorful streamers in the air] That’s me right now. Emotionally. Since I lack a streamer supply.

When he didn’t respond after a few minutes, I went to my kitchen to get some water. A minute later, there was a knock at my door.

CHAPTER12

MIKEY

My pulse thunderedto the beat of an elephant stampede after running to Dave’s.

Dave’s door swung open. He stared at me.

I stared back.

“You’re here.”

“I couldn’t face the dolls and stuffed animals, so I walked around town to delay the impending furder.”

“Furder?”

“Murder by furry animals.”

Dave’s smile was like winning the Powerball. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside. I stumbled over the threshold, but he caught me and pulled me into the biggest, tightest, most satisfying hug of all time.

“I’m so fucking happy it’s you.” His lips teased the skin of my neck as he spoke.

I wrapped my arms so tightly around him that I feared I would cut off his circulation. My eyes stung as I fought back tears. I gripped his hips as I dragged my lips up his neck, searching for his. I’d cleared my conscience, and Ineededhim. Clutching his arms, I pulled him back with me until I slammed against the closed door, pressing my mouth over his, taking as much as I could.

Dave kissed me back with no reservation. He slid his fingers into my hair, scraping his fingernails against my scalp. I was about two point four seconds away from dropping to my knees and tugging down his joggers.

“Wait. We should talk before we go any further.”

I nipped his earlobe as I cupped his ass. “Totally on board for talking. I’ve heard it’s a cool thing to do naked, in bed, after orgasms.”

His raspy laugh made the hair on my arms stand up. “While I love the picture you’re painting, I don’t want to fuck this up. This is too important.” He cupped my cheek and kissed me sweetly. “Talking then orgasms?”

The talking didn’t seem so scary when he promised orgasms. “Deal.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the couch.

“Beds are good places to talk too,” I suggested.

He snorted. “If I get you into bed, there won’t be any talking.”

I raised an eyebrow. “If you think I can’t do just as much to you on a couch as I can in a bed, then you’ve got a surprise coming.”

“I hope that’s not the only thing that’ll be coming tonight.”

I blinked at him. “Jesus, Dave. Warn a guy you’ve got a mouth on you.”

“I saidtalkfirst. Sexlater.”

“But what about dirty sex talking?”

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