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I break the kiss. “And I’m not just saying that because you’re a really good kisser.”

She grabs my jaw and pulls me down. “Got it.”

I try not to smirk as her annoyance grows. She’s going to have to put up with it while I get all this stuff off my chest.

“Or because you’re really amazing with Mummo.”

I swear I see her roll her eyes and that’s a new one for me during a makeout sesh.

Her kisses become more demanding, and she presses her hips toward me so hard that I nearly forget what I’m saying.

“And I think–”

She reaches up and mushes my cheeks between her palms. “Absolutely not. No more. I get it. You’re a big, dumb, stupid, idiot who should have called me because I’m a goddamn catch.”

“Harsh,” I say, my words come out garbled due to my squished face.

“Do you want to fool around or not, Lauri?”

I nod.

“Perfect. Then shut up. I like you a lot, too, dummy.”

Chapter sixteen

Ashlyn

MakingoutwithIsaacLauri in front of a roaring fire while he whispered sweet statements against my lips was the biggest green flag of my life. Now I’m dragging him down the hallway, giggling and covering my lips with my finger as we do a terrible job creeping by Mummo’s bedroom door. Halfway to my room he scoops me up under the thighs, bridal style, and continues to his bedroom. The sensation of weightlessness as he carries me does more for me than the couple glasses of wine I drank this evening. I’m drunk on my hot roommate. He sets me down and shuts the door. Through the sheer curtains, ambient light from the quiet neighbourhood creeps across the floor, bathing his white comforter in cool shadows. I can only see the outline of his sharp jaw, full open lips, deliciously broad shoulders. The second the brass doorknob clicks closed, Isaac’s self-control crumbles. His belt buckle clinks as he undoes it. I want in on the undressing action, so I reach down to help.

“What is this shit?” I ask, fumbling around for a zipper and not finding it.

“Uh, a button fly?”

The buttons are near impossible to work through the thick denim.

“Well, I don’t like it.”

“When I got dressed today, I didn’t consider which clothing items would allow you to access to my dick with maximum speed.”

“Regretting that now, aren’t you?”

He murmurs his agreement and I have one button conquered, exposing the waistband of his briefs. Isaac’s erection strains against the remaining buttons. He moans every time I tug the fly.

“Fuck, Ash. I’ll teach you how to do this another time. Please, for the love of God, let me do this.”

The shaking desperation in his voice is panty-melting.

“Fine. You do yours, I’ll do mine.”

The room is filled with the sound of our deep breaths and denim slipping over skin. We’re rushing, urgency driving us on. I take everything off, leaving it in a pile at my feet. My clothes are in a heap on Isaac’s bedroom floor. No big deal.

He steps toward me. The dim light playing over his chest.

“Are you totally naked, Ash?”

“Uh-huh.” I swallow. “Are you?”

Isaac takes one more step, and something tickles my stomach. The tip of Isaac’s hard cock just brushed my bellybutton.

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