Page 112 of Off Limits

I shrink a little bit. Stomach rumbling isn’t exactly sexy. But Lochlyn bypasses it, always saying the right thing. “I’m hungry too. What are you in the mood for?”

“Bacon, egg, and cheese.”

“Mm, from that place by the high school?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I know I said I’d do anything for you, but I’m not sure a four-hour drive would be the best right now.”

“Oh, well, then I guess that’s it. You should probably go.” I use my best neutral tone.

“You think that’s funny, do you?” He slips his arm out from under me and straddles me, hands diving into my sides as I squeal and try to curl in on myself.

I’m thrashing under him, barely able to catch my breath between the incessant tickles. He stops momentarily and leans down to whisper in my ear. “Had enough?”

Doing that, he leaves himself exposed. My fingers jam into his upper rib cage, causing him to fall backward to the pillow, wincing as I lean over him, my hand pinching at his waist.

Leaning down, I give him the tiniest kiss. “My turn,” I say breathlessly against his lips.

It lasts for all of two seconds before he has me on my back, hands pinned to the bed under his as he leans over me. His lips trail along my neck, stopping to hover against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us.

The silliness quickly departs as our smiles fade, turning into something else, when Chelsea comes barging into the room.

“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt, uh, anything.” Her eyes lower to the floor as awkwardness spreads across her face, a hint of pink tinging her cheeks.

Lochlyn leans in to give me a peck on the lips before flopping to his back. “You didn’t.”

“Lochlyn was just torturing me.”

“Ah, tickles?”

“Yup.” I’m notoriously overly ticklish. Lochlyn has taken advantage over the years, but never in what I saw as a sexual way. Though, it’s possible I'm wrong.

“We were just talking about getting something to eat, Chels,” Lochlyn chimes in nonchalantly. He’s picking at his nails instead of looking at her.

“Oh. Any thoughts?”

They both look at me.

“Guys, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break if you make a suggestion I don’t like.”

“Sure, but we can still do things that youdolike. Food is food.”

My eyes narrow at Chelsea. “Wait a second. Aren’t you supposed to be in class? You should have two hours left.”

She shrugs, lifting her hands to her shoulders. “Canceled?”

“Chelsea. You need to go to class.”

“I felt like I needed to be here.”

“You didn’t. You don’t. I’m fine.”

“It’s just one class.” She persists as Lochlyn pushes up to sitting behind me.

“You missed another one this morning!”

“Relax, you’re not my mom.”

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