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“I…”

“Please,” I say, dropping my arms and moving toward him. My hands cup his face, and I stare into those dark eyes. He swallows roughly as I lean down, pressing my lips to his.

He hesitates for only a moment, but then all resolve seems to crumble. His body presses into mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth as he grasps on to me tightly.

My towel unwinds from around my waist and falls to the ground, leaving me completely naked against him.

He’s groaning softly, arching his hips into me, and I reach down and slide my hands into the back of his pants, grabbing on to his ass and squeezing.

He gasps, sucking on my tongue, his hands pulling on my hair.

We spend what seems like hours against each other, rutting and kissing and moaning. It’s only when there’s a loud knock on the door that Simon pulls away, his lips puffy and red, his hair a mess, and his clothes rumpled.

“Wes!” Ollie says from the other side of the door. “Why’s your door locked?”

I run a hand down my face, debating pretending like I’m not here, but realizing that won’t work. So I lean down and pull my towel around my waist and open the door an inch.

“Have company, that’s why.”

Ollie’s eyebrows rise. “Oh. Who is it?”

He tries to look past me to see my guest, but I just reach a hand out and shove at his chest.

“Go away.”

“But we were going to go berry picking!”

I stare at him, my mind trying to conjure up what the fuck he’s talking about.

“We are not,” I say, and Ollie rolls his eyes.

“We made plans to do this two weeks ago.”

I vaguely remember that—I was definitely drunk at the time. Ollie had mentioned it and I’d just bobbed my head. Apparently, that was my agreement.

Fuck me.

“Shit,” I mutter and turn my head to see Simon’s lips twitching. I glower at him and his smile blooms.

It makes my chest pinch uncomfortably, and I turn back to Ollie.

“Fine. Give me like ten minutes.”

“You have five,” Ollie says and then shouts, “Hi, Simon!”

Simon chokes and sputters as I close the door and lean against it.

“Damn, well it seems he knows. How does he know?” I mutter.

“You weren’t quiet when you said my name last night,” Simon replies, and I feel my cheeks heat.

“Yeah, well…you’re…you’ve made me lose all common sense.”

Simon shuffles on his feet, stuffing his hands into his pockets and then pulling them out again.

“Wanna come to the berry farm with me,” I suddenly ask.

He clears his throat and looks away from me, staring at the wall.

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