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I stop right outside my bedroom door and cup her face in my hands. “G, trust me, it hurt my soul and my dick, to do it. But I don’t think I’d be able to perform to the best of my ability. I’m so fucking tired. When we have shower sex for the first time, I want it to blow your mind.”

She smiles up at me. “Fine, I guess we will do whatever you want to do.”

This makes me smile because it’s a phrase I always said to her growing up. I turn her toward the room and smack her butt while she walks in.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Uh-huh. Right,” she mutters.

I close my door and head to the bathroom. During my super quick shower, all I can think about is mind-blowing shower sex and then my head—both of them actually—gets stuck on the word “blowing.” I was planning on crashing as soon as my head hit the pillow, but I’m positive a quickie with the hopefully naked, hot-as-hell girlfriend in my bed will make my sleep so much more enjoyable.

I hop out, dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. Entering my room, I find her in my bed and naked, to my satisfaction. She’s waiting for me with a sexy little grin. I drop the towel and slip into bed. She is on me before I can even flip off the bedside lamp.

While this frisky side of Gia is one that I’ve quickly become enamored with, I notice something feels a little different tonight. She seems a little bit needier, almost desperate. I get it though, I’ve missed her and it's nice to know that she has missed me. It’s like we are finally on the same freaking page.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Simon

It’s the morning after The Race has come to an end and I’m just waking up. The first thing I notice is the slight stream of light coming through the room-darkening curtains. So much for those working, since that's what must have woken me. I reach over and fumble around on my nightstand for my phone, and once I find it, I realize that it’s dead. Wonderful. And I don’t have an actual alarm clock, so I hang halfway off the bed to find the charger cord. After I find it and plug my phone in, I lay it on my chest as I fall back onto my pillow. Scrubbing a hand down my face I realize that, while the past seven days were definitely an experience, I’m glad it's over.

When we won The Race last year, we were all exhausted but not anywhere near how I feel right now. I take a peek at my phone and see that I’ve got just enough juice to power it on. Once the home screen pops up I’m surprised to see that I’ve managed to sleep a good twelve hours.

So maybe it wasn’t the light that woke me.

I scroll through some texts and find a few from Gia. The last one came in around two today, telling me to stop being lazy and to come over when I wake up. I chuckle at this and reply.

Me:I was kind of hoping that I’d get an in-person wake-up call from my hot girlfriend.

A few minutes go by before she replies.

Gia:Are you telling me you just woke up? It's almost 6 p.m.

Me:Like I said, my wake-up call never came.

Gia:Whatever. You obviously needed the sleep. I feel bad about taking up so much of your sleep time the past week.

Me:Sleep is overrated when you’re around.

Gia:You’re horny, aren’t you? So you’re trying to butter me up by being corny.

I laugh, she’s got me there. Despite getting to see her a few hours here and there, we never had time for some full-blown sexy time over the past week. I’m hard as a rock just thinking about her, and sex, right now.

Me:You know me better than anyone else, G. I’m gonna eat, shower, then I’ll be over. You good with that? I won’t be in the mood for more sleeping though. ;- )

Minutes go by and I wonder what’s keeping her from replying. The little reply dots have shown up a few times and then have disappeared.

Finally, I get her reply.

Gia:OK, see you soon.

Really? That’s what took more than five minutes to type? Maybe Morgan was talking to her. I roll out of bed, pull on some sweatpants and aCoBt-shirt and head out to the kitchen. I’m surprised to see Morgan cuddled up with Dex on the couch. My thoughts, however, are mostly on Gia’s last response.

“Well, hey there, sleepy head!” Dex laughs.

“Haha,” I say, crossing the living room.

“You were the first one out and the last one up,” he replies.

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