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It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I just made this man come undone.
In the matter of minutes.
He releases the pressure of my knees but still holds me like that as he pulls out. He looks down for a moment too long and says, “I’ll be back to clean you up.”
He disappears down the hall and comes back with a wet washcloth and a dry towel. He cleans me up and smiles.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I grin. “Me too.”
He leans up and kisses me. “If you were here all the time, we could do that all the time.”
“Is that your selling point?” I tease, looking down at his cock. Wow. Wow. Wow.
“I’m going to shower,” he says.
I nod, watching his naked body walk down the hall again.
I fall back onto the couch and smile, butterflies filling my entire mind, body, and soul.
I just had sex with West Carmack.
Teenage me is screaming.
26
The shower helps clear my head, but when I come back and find Liv curled up on the couch watching some cooking show, my brain goes right back to static.
She’s wearing my shirt. When did she put on my t-shirt? Her legs are tucked under her, and she looks so perfectly at home in my living room that something in my chest does a weird flip.
“Room for one more?” I ask.
“Always.”
I drop down next to her and pull her into my arms without thinking about it. She settles against me, and in this moment, everything feels perfect.
Simple.
Right.
Then my brain starts working again, and everything gets complicated.
Because what just happened? That wasn’t part of the arrangement. That wasn’t fake girlfriend duties. That was real, and messy, and I have no idea what it means for us.
Are we dating now? Really dating? Or are we still in some weird limbo where she’s being paid to be here and I’m too pathetic to acknowledge that this might all be an elaborate performance?
The next wedding isn’t for a month. A whole month. Do I let her go back to LA for four weeks and pretend like this was just a fun weekend? Do I ask her to stay and risk looking desperate?
What if she wants to leave? What if she’s already planning her escape route?
What if I’m reading this all wrong?
“You’re thinking too loud,” Liv says, not looking away from the TV.
“Am I?”
