Page 189 of We Can't Be Friends

“I already live with y-you,” she says breathily. I’m surprised her underwear hasn’t ripped with how hard I’m tugging on it.

“My room. Move your things into my room.”

Neither of us can keep talking as we cascade over the edge together. I paint her chest, twitching as I slide a few more times between her, milking it all out.

Chloe’s chest rises and falls but steadies as she comes down from her own high.

I lay next to her, holding her hand for a few moments before grabbing the blanket to clean her up.

“You mean it?” she whispers.

“I do.” Chloe bolts up. “Where are you going?”

“I have a busy night. Didn’t you hear? I’m moving in with my boyfriend..”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, he is insistently annoying that I never leave his bed. Says he can’t fathom a minute—second—without sharing the same air,” she says all dramatically, but her words are valid.

We’ve already spent every night for the past month together, tangled in my bed sheets, forehead to forehead, butterfly kisses. Kind of like high schoolers discovering love for the first time—it is everything I imagined it would be, truly loving someone for the first time. Whispering sweet nothings, telling each other storiesfrom our childhood, clinging to everything good and holding on to each other during the bad.

I smile at her, and I can’t help the flurry of butterflies that explode from my skin. “Maybe tomorrow? I want to sleep right here.”

“Or maybe he should come help me?” I arch a brow. “I promise we can end up here again.”

I throw the blanket off. I crawl to the door. Her mouth hangs open. All I can envision is having her on all fours later, crawling to me and begging. From the twinkle in her eyes, I know she’s thinking the same thing. I should have given her romance books a lot sooner.

“You look like a dog.”

“Woof.” I bark. “I’ll be the goodest boy.”

“Last chance to back out.”

I stand and walk forward. “We already live together. I don’t see the point of staying in separate rooms.”

I follow her into my room, kneeling on the bed so we are eye level when I lean back on my heels.

“But I could keep my room. I should probably. You might get sick of me, and I’m so messy. Kick me out when my clothes are tossed on the floor.”

“There’s a no clothing rule.”

“Since when?”

“Effective immediately.”

“I’m still messy.”

“Yeah, you are. Especially when you are touching yourself with your mouth wrapped around me”

She pushes at my shoulder, but I catch her wrists.

“I’ve told you once before, Chloe, I want you here. Living with me. I’ve always wanted to live with my best friend, who knew I’d also get to love her.”

“Being sweet isn’t going to get you out of moving my stuff.”

I jump from the bed, chasing after her. Picking her up in a swell of laughter, I toss her over my shoulders before depositing her on her bed and putting my head between her legs.

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