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So, I turned my head and when he opened his eyes, I asked, "Again?"

Eighteen

Back Massages are a Way to Women’s Hearts

Ethan

We didn't sleep until four in the morning.

But then again, I had to wake her up in half an hour, so I decided to let Kiara have some rest because she seemed exhausted. I made coffee and breakfast for us and all I could wonder was how did we keep up with having sex for more than an hour. I had to scold Eiffel down because he was being a bad boy.

"Kia, wake up." I tried shaking her shoulder to see any reaction. I did get a reaction. A small snore and cuddling her face in the pillow.

I sighed, raking a hand through my hair. She was naked, her tanned legs tangled in the blanket and hair wildly splaying on her sheets. She surely was a sight for sore eyes.

“Bella, we have to go to school. You can't miss a day, remember?"

Kiara whined, "I am so tired . . . andsore."

The bed dipped when I sat beside her and removed the strands from her face, letting my hand rest on her cheek. "Hey, let's get showered and you can sleep on the bleachers. Or I can ask Volt to pick you up?”

She leaned into my hand and opened her eyes. “Volt will ask too many questions. I will come with you. On one condition."

I raised my eyebrow.

She bit my thumb and grinned. "Shower with me."

Eiffel throbbed in my sweatpants and I gulped nervously. "Kiara, we will be late."

She rolled her eyes, sitting up. The sheets slid down and I took a sharp breath seeing her breasts. I had a hard time listening to her when her perky nipples were erect in the air.

"No sex. Just shower. We will probably save water and time too."

Saving water with Kiara? Hell yeah.

???

"Stop poking me," I growled under my breath.

"Then stay still!"

"This was a horrible idea."

"Agreed,” she said, disagreeing by shaking her head.

"Jesus—Kiara!That stings.”

"Sorry. I will cut my nails next time," Kiara grumbled and gently scrubbed my back with a loofah. Her tiny claw marks were cute, and I would wear them proudly, but they stung. "I don't get how anyone can have sex in the shower."

"I mean . . . we could do something if we are flexible enough and—”

"I amveryflexible."

"Really?” I asked. “I didn't know by the time we were in the third position.”

"That was fourth, silly."

"Exactly. Turn around."

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