Page 163 of The Sleep With Your Enemy's Sister Situation

Demi moved to the front of the gallery.

Leaving me alone with the penciled sketch of Riff and I kissing.

“What do I do with this?” I called out.

“I don’t know, it’s yours now,” Demi yelled back.

Just what I needed right now.

A drawing of Riff and I kissing.

A romantic kiss at that.

I would have been better off with a drawing of us having sex.

At least that wouldn’t have messed with my heart and tried to convince me I was actually falling in love with him.

I hadthe condo to myself.

That meant my crappy pop music as loud as I wanted.

That meant painting all night.

That meant doing whatever I wanted. When I wanted.

Not that it was any different when Riff was around.

I was the same.

Laid back. Goofy.

Kind of horny.

Obviously with Riff around, the whole horny thing was much easier to deal with. And a lot of fun.

Being alone?

It really wasn’t that fun.

I sat there, wanting to paint, but I didn’t.

I blasted my music, but only for one song.

Then I turned it off.

I took a hot shower.

But I was alone.

Standing under the hot water did feel good.

But I missed Riff’s touch.

His hands at my hips.

His cock pressing against my back.

His lips kissing my shoulder…

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