Page 42 of Unfriend Me
He drilled a finger into that spot high on my hip he knew was the most ticklish. I flinched and giggled, but still he didn’t let go of me, his long body creating a cozy cocoon around me.
“Stay with me tonight?” I whispered.
Titus, with his face buried in my hair, took a deep breath in. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let me take a shower real quick and then we can eat the dinner I brought with me. Then maybe I’ll eat you again for dessert.”
“Okay, you win.”
Titus sat up on an elbow and peered down at me. “What’d I win?”
I turned over to face him. “World’s best boyfriendaward. Duh.”
He smirked. “Yeah, you liked shutting me up, didn’t you?”
I lost the grin and shook my head. “No. You brought me food.”
Titus huffed out a breath. “You may think it’s the food, but it’s the orgasms. I know you, woman.” Then he spanked me on the ass—none too gently, I might add—and rolled out of bed, stripping off his jeans as he walked to the shower.
“I take that award back!” I shouted after him.
Secretly, though? I kinda liked the spanking.
He was definitely BBE: best boyfriend ever.
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Big Foot woke me up the next morning, meowing to be let out. Moving ever so slowly, I untangled from Titus’s long appendages and creeped out of the bed to open my door. The damn cat didn’t even give me a parting thank-you look, just lifted his nose in the air and marched out like my whole existence was to do his bidding instead of enjoying waking up in my boyfriend’s arms. Freaking cats.
I crawled back under the covers and Titus stirred, instantly seeking me out and pulling me against his chest. I was all too happy to be snuggled there while thoughts raced through my head. My brain was having a hard time coming to terms with what my heart already knew. I was in love with Titus.
It wasn’t hard to figure out why. I’d always loved Titus as my best friend and that love had only grown and expanded when we started dating. It just took a bad-boy asshole treating me horribly—and some real talk from my Hell Raisers—for me to see what was right in front of my face this whole time. I snuggled in deeper and simply breathed him in, watching the way his chest would rise and fall with each breath while he slept. He was so hot, even without a single tattoo marring his virgin skin. Who would have thought I’d end up falling in love with the good guy?
A snort escaped before I could rein it in. I’d become that person. I was watching my boyfriend sleep like some kind of sick creeper or love-besotted fool.
“Jesus, is your brain already firing?” Titus’s sleepy voice came from above my head.
I tilted back to see that his eyes were still closed. “Good morning, grumpy pants.”
He smiled and blinked his eyes open. “I’m not wearing any pants. Nor are any of the pants I own grumpy.”
How could a guy look so good first thing in the morning? Even his ridiculous hair looked good all disheveled from my hands clutching him last night for round two after we ate dinner. So not fair.
“I’m sure they’re not. You’re the happiest guy I know. Do you ever get mad? Like,want to punch someone in the nosemad?”
Titus got serious. “Sure. Didn’t you see me with that peacock the other night? I wanted to punch him.”
I laughed. “Seriously? The peacock?”
Titus sat up, indignant. “He kicked me in the balls!”
I laughed until he hauled me up next to him, our backs to the headboard. When I’d finally calmed down, he took my hand and laced our fingers together.
“I actually have only hated one person in my life and that’s Daire. For what he did to you.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop with the simple mention of his name. My gut clenched and I wasn’t sure what to say to bring back the happy-go-lucky Titus or the joy that had filled me from waking up next to him.
“He’s an easy one to hate, that’s for sure.”
Titus twisted toward me so suddenly I almost jumped. “What happened, Lia? What did you see in him? Please explain it to me so I understand.”
