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I’ll be damned if I leave my woman wanting.
“Hey, Low?” I mumble against her hair.
“Hm.”
“Do you want me to get you off too?”
Her reaction is immediate. Those gentle kisses stop as she turns to stone in my arms.
“Hey, what just happened?” I urge her head back so she can see my face and how serious I am about there being no pressure here. “You are in control here. We do whatever you want to do.”
“I-I just…I-I don’t know if I’ll like that. I’ve never donethatbefore.” Her eyes drop to look at her hands.
She’s never done what? Been fingered? Had an orgasm?
I want to ask her more, but this isn’t the time. Selfishly, I don’t want her thinking about some other asshole when she’s with me. When the day comes that she’s comfortable enough to try these things with me, I’m going to make sure she feels so good she won’t remember that it could be any other way. I want to ruin her for anyone else the same way she’s ruining me.
“Okay. We don’t have to find out today. Want to cuddle and watch a movie, or do you want me to take you home now?”
“Movie, please,” she says and relaxes back into my chest.
“Mind if I go change first?” I ask as heat rises in my face.
I can’t believe I seriously let her dry hump me to completion.
Kori pushes me away with a giggle, and I rush to change. I don’t want to waste a second of the time I have with her, becauseat some point, she’s going to realize she can do so much better than me.
Chapter 23
Kori
Lines of code blur together on my screen, turning the already hard-to-read characters into a sea of hieroglyphics. I blink to refocus my eyes, but it doesn’t do much to help. What I thought made sense hours ago reads like nonsense now, which is only confirmed when I getanothererror when I try to run it.
“Daisy, I give up,” I say with a frustrated huff as I click out of my assignment.
It’s clear I’m not making any more progress on it tonight. I’ll try again with fresh eyes in the morning and inevitably get annoyed when the fix is something obvious like a missing semicolon. It’s always a fucking semicolon.
A clear head would help as well. It’s impossible to focus when everything reminds me of Gage. All it takes is one glance at the flowers on my desk, and my mind wanders back to our date. I could lie and say my thoughts are innocent, but the memories of how he made me laugh and the fun we had together are what occupy my daydreams. His touch, his taste, the power I wielded over him as I coaxed his body into submission: those are the things I keep coming back to.
God, that look on his face when he came. I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my whole life. It’s a heady feeling to have a man like that at your mercy. It’s not something I’d ever experienced before last night, but I’m already craving it again—craving him again—and the constant horny brain is making getting anything else done an impossible feat.
Exhibit A: my incomplete assignment.
Exhibit B through Z: the list of assignments due this week I haven’t even started.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I haven’t heard a word from him beyond a generic “good morning” text this morning. I replied in kind, and then there was nothing. No check-ins about my day. No random memes. Sure, I didn’t initiate anything either, but the proverbial ball is in his court. Everything I’ve read online says not to double text, or I’ll come across as clingy and scare him away.
It’s stupid; I feel like we are playing games now, and we never did that before he asked me out. Things were easy between us—texts were sporadic but never with any pressure. Now the whole dynamic has shifted, and I don’t know what to do. I really want to talk to him, but I don’t want to scare him away by being too much.
I tend to ruin things by coming on too strong. At least that’s what I’ve been told by friends in the past when they decided they were done with me. What if Gage sees how weird I am and decides he’s done with me too?
“What would you do in my shoes?” I ask the duck.
Of course she tells me to text the man. She’s always had more confidence in her little plastic shell than I’ve ever dreamed of having.
“But what do I say?”
Telling him I miss him already would be coming on too strong, but if I don’t say anything, he might think I’m not interested.Why can’t there be step-by-step instructions on how to do this whole girlfriend thing? That would make this one thousand times easier.
