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I nod.
“Number six?” She asks, looking pretty damn convinced I’m not going to know.
“Sneak snacks into the movie theater and make out in the back row. Which we already did, but I’m not opposed to another movie and make-out.”
“Number twenty-nine?”
“Stay in a hotel. Role-play before we get to the room. Your favorite scenario was an accidental room mix-up where awkwardness turns to curiosity.”
“Number—”
My mouth covers hers, swallowing her words as I drag her back to the bed, trapping her under my leg.
“I have no more condoms,” I say, kissing her jaw. “We need to get dressed and get some in town.”
“We need to get dressed because we’re meeting at the hay bales tonight.”
I groan. “Let’s skip it.”
“We should go.”
“Or we could stay here. All night. Just you and me. Together. Naked. With five boxes of condoms. And cake. Chocolate cake.”
I get lost in her mouth again, hoping to rid this conversation from our space.
“Or,” she says when we’ve parted. “And hear me out.”
I frown at her.
“We could go laugh with them.”
I wrinkle my nose. “That doesn’t sound nearly as fun.”
“But does it sound hard?”
I’m surprised when my answer is no.
Was it opening up to her that’s made me feel lighter, or is it just finally letting go of everything I’ve been holding in—the guilt, the lies, the anger—and getting it all out in the open?
“No?” Her tender, caring smile is beautiful.
“No. We’ll go.” My mouth finds her throat.
It’s like I can’t stop touching her.
“Also,” she leans back. “There are plenty of things we can do without condoms.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
She slides the sash from the robe through her fingers. “Let’s start with tying you up.”
Why doesn’t that terrify me the way it used to?
50: HAY BALE MAZE AFTER DARK
JADE
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