Page 88 of Unrequited (Unrequited 1)

Someone screamed from the laptop, which amazingly hadn’t been knocked off the bed. Maeve lifted her head, watched the screen for a second, then laid back down on my shoulder, a silly grin on her face.

“I’ll never be able to watch this movie the same way again,” she said.

My cock was still twitching and she was talking about a horror movie. Damn.

She tapped my chest with her fingernails. “Never have I ever...had better sex with someone I’m not in a relationship with.”

Closing my eyes, my lips twitched. Ah, so this was how we were doing things—a game. “No sip.”

“Never have I ever...had sex with someone I’m not attracted to.”

“No sip.”

She smacked my chest. “You have to tell the truth or it’s a hundred years of bad sex.”

I cracked an eye, smirking. “Thinking you just made that rule up. And Iamtelling the truth.”

She scoffed and grumbled, burrowing her face into my armpit. “Thank you for the orgasm. I’m goin’ to sleep.”

Cupping the back of her head, I kissed her forehead. “I’m staying here. Hope you don’t mind. Don’t think I can walk.”

She hummed and draped her arm over my stomach. “Never have I ever...wanted that to happen between us.”

Bending my head, I pressed my lips against her ear. “Lies.”

Her mouth curled into a sleepy-goofy smile. “You do one, then I can go to sleep.”

“Hmmm…” I let her silky hair fall between my fingers. “Never have I ever...wanted time to stop more than I do right now.”

Her hand twitched on my stomach, and her breathing stuttered. “No sip,” she whispered.

At least we agreed on one damn thing.

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