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“Why didn’t you just use the other blankets?” The last of the words fall into a mutter as my eyes land on the pile of material crowding the corner.

“You’re a messy gal, Monty.”

I want to run back into the bathroom and hide as the embarrassment floods through me. “Right, the blood.”

“Yeah, the blood—you know, from your hymen, that pesky little thing you failed to mention was still intact.”

I roll my eyes and scoot onto the bed next to him, though I don’t share the warmth of the sheet. “You’re still upset.”

He makes a noncommittal noise before running a hand through his dark locks and blowing out a breath. “Yes and no. I’m just… I wish I had known, you know?”

“Would that have changed anything?”

“Fuck yeah it would have!” he exclaims.

“Would we not have done this?”

“I… We…” He can’t seem to find the words he wants to say. “I think we’d have ended up here anyway. Would our path have been a little different? Perhaps, but there’s no way I wouldn’t have had you in my bed. We’re too…usfor that not to happen.”

“Us?”

“Yeah. You know…compatible and shit. We click sexually.”

Right.Sexually.Of course.

“Can you forgive me then?”

He grins, and it’s wolfish. “I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me.”

“You just want me to put your wiener in my mouth again.”

He bursts into laughter, the entire bed shaking with each loud guffaw that leaves him. “I swear, I’m going to call you every single day and demand you say wiener.” He snaps his fingers. “Wait, no—I’ll record you saying it and make it my text tone.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“If you honestly don’t think I would, you don’t know me at all.”

“You might be the most interesting man I’ve ever met.”

He leans toward me, our mouths mere inches apart. “Yeah? Good.”

Then he rips the sheet from my body and wraps himself in it.

“Mean!” I shriek, trying to pull the fabric back with no real results to show for it. It’s no use; he’s too strong for me.

I groan loudly and fold my arms across my chest.

My chest.

“Robbie! I’m naked!”

“I’m aware.” He grins, eyeing me like I’m his next meal. “So what though? I’m naked too.”

“You at least have undies on.”

He reaches under the blanket and wiggles around a bit before whipping his underwear around his index finger like a lasso and slinging them off into some unknown corner of the room.

“See? Told ya I’m naked.” He flings open the sheet. “Get in here.”

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