Page 75 of The Way We Are

The mattress dipping beneath my naked form wakes me from my slumbering state.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I didn’t want to wake you, but your stomach won’t quit growling, so I thought I better feed you.”

Savannah runs one hand through my messy bedhead while nudging her head to the bologna sandwich in her other hand. Since she's wearing one of my short-sleeve shirts, her luscious thighs are on display for the world to see.

My stomach growls. Its grumble has nothing to do with food.

Upon hearing its deep rumble, Savannah places the sandwich onto the pillow next to my head. My brows furl when I notice the messy job she did with the mayonnaise.

“Damon’s not the best sandwich maker, but he did okay,” Savannah says through a giggle, spotting my mortified expression.

My bewilderment grows. “Damon made me a sandwich?”

When Savannah nods, I ask, “Did you check it for spit?”

Her halfhearted giggle turns into a full laugh. “I told him it was for me, so he better not have spat in it.”

She moves the sandwich out of the way so I can rise to a seated position. She's quick, but I don’t miss the inhalation of air she intakes when the thin sheets on my bed do a bad job hiding the outline of my dick.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, accepting the sandwich from her grasp, suddenly starving. I haven’t eaten since lunchtime yesterday, so the response of my body isn’t odd.

Savannah’s teeth graze her bottom lip before she replies, “I’m good.” Her button nose screws up when she grimaces. “A little sore, but good.” She locks her eyes with mine. “What about you?”

“I’m fucking awesome,” I reply, my voice laced with the confidence I was missing a few hours ago.

I may not have had a clue what I was doing hours ago, but I’m certain I knocked it out of the park. The first ten minutes were a little uncomfortable. Ensuring I wasn’t hurting Savannah while actually hurting her fucked my mind bigtime. But once the initial discomfort wore off, and our natural connection rolled out in abundance, things progressed very well—twice.

“If you don’t get your eyes off my dick, my cravings won’t get satisfied. Well, not with food anyway.”

Savannah’s eyes rocket to mine as her throat works hard to swallow. “You can seriously go again?”

I praise the Lord for my youth when my dick rises to the occasion for the fourth time in one day. The huskiness of her voice is enough to harden any man.

“Oh good lord,” Savannah mumbles, reflecting my exact sentiments.

When I scoot closer to her, she slaps my bare chest with the back of her hand. “Eat,” she demands, glaring down at my sandwich. “Then we’ll play.”

Too turned on by the promise in her last words, I fold the sandwich in half, then stuff it into my mouth in one go.

“You’re disgusting,” Savannah chastises between giggles.

“And you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” I babble through a mouth full of bread, meat, and mayonnaise.

I swipe Savannah’s wrists out from underneath her, sending her tumbling to the mattress. My manhandling sounds rough, but my bedding and arms soften her fall. I’d never hurt her—not in a million years.

“Kiss me,” I demand, narrowing my mouth toward hers.

“No way,” Savannah squeals, as disapproving of my tickle of her ribs as much as she is my poor manners. “Your sandwich doesn’t have cheese. No one eats a bologna sandwich without cheese.”

“I do.” My words are short, choked through the bread sliding down my throat.I really should have chewed it a few times before swallowing it.

“Yeah, but you’re just weird. No one sane hates cheese.”

I tickle her ribs again, relishing her playfulness. I’m glad nothing changed when we stamped each other’s V-cards. We are as much friends as we are lovers.

“Kiss me,” I demand again, dragging my nose down her inflamed cheek to relish her rose scent. She smells different than she did earlier today. She still has a strong floral scent, but she also smells like me. I’d be a liar if I said that doesn’t make me want to bang my chest like some sort of macho man.

Strands of golden hair fall into Savannah’s face when she shakes her head, denying my request. I know she's only teasing me, as she is loving the chase as much as I am loving the opportunity to chase her.Finally.

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