“I-I-…” she sputters.
I slowly pull the boxers the rest of the way up, adjusting my now half-hard dick before giving her my back.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you would be back so soon,” I tell her, taking my time to find what I want to wear next.
“I should have knocked. Maybe that should be the first rule.”
I glance over my shoulder at her, finding her eyes glued to my back.
“Sure. If it makes you feel better, but I don’t really mind if you see me naked.”
Her eye snap to mine. “That’s rule two. No sex.”
Pulling a T-shirt on over my head, I turn to her. “What rules are these again?”
“Rules for fake dating. We can’t do this without having boundaries.”
I chuckle, grabbing a pair of shorts, pulling them on.
“Why can’t we just go with the flow?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “Of course you want to just wing it. I mean, you live your life figuring shit out as you go, don’t you?”
I go to argue with her but decide against it. Katie has had her mind made up about me almost since the moment we met.
I don’t date, which means I must be a player.
I live life to the fullest, so that must mean I’m impulsive.
She assumes I’m some playboy without a plan, but that’s not true. I’m the one who always has a plan. The responsible one of the group making sure everyone is being safe.
Not that she would notice.
I clench my jaw. “Whatever you say, doll. What other rules are there?”
“This is fake dating. We aren’t dating for real,” she tells me again.
It irks me that she feels she has to put an emphasis on it. “Sure. What else?”
Her eyes narrow. “No kissing or unnecessary touching.”
“I veto that rule.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Why? Do you want to kiss and touch me?”
Stepping closer to her, I brush a piece of hair out of her face, reveling in the way her breath catches.
“You’re a gorgeous woman. Of course I want to touch you. To kiss those plump lips of yours. However, that is not why I veto.”
She swallows hard, stepping back from me. “Why then?”
“We are two consenting adults who are sharing a room and have revealed that they have been secretly dating. Don’t you think it would be odd if I didn’t touch you or kiss you? I mean, bare minimum, we need some pecks here and there and I will be holding your hand anytime we walk together.”
She bites her bottom lip as she mulls over what I said. Each nibble makes my dick grow harder.
“I guess that’s fine.”
Fine. She says fine.