Page 67 of Reverb

“Also, because I rather liked you, and I didn’t think it made any sense at the time.”

I scratched my beard. “Yeah, you hid that well.”

“I worked hard at it. Just like you work hard to hide the fact that you’re a likeable person.” She smiled. “But I figured it out. You’re actually adorable, Stone.”

“Bite me, Maplethorpe.”

She threw back her covers. “Get in here.”

I took my shoes off and tried to get into her tiny bed, but I didn’t fit. She moved over to make room and nearly fell off the edge. I stretched my legs out, and my feet hit the footboard.

“Jesus, Sienna, this is a hobbit bed,” I complained.

“It’s a bed for a normal-sized person,” she shot back.

“How do you sleep in this thing?”

“It’s very comfortable, I’ll have you know.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Just move your knee. It’s cutting off my circulation.”

I moved my knee. She rearranged her legs and nearly pegged me in the balls. My elbow jabbed into the mattress.

I ended up fully on top of her, which was the only way we both would fit. Even that was awkward. We were fully clothed, and I was smashing her flat with my weight. I tried to push up on my elbows so she could breathe.

Sienna glanced down at our position. “Is this how married people do it?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Me, neither.” She leaned up and kissed me, and I kissed her back. We did that for a while. It was a lot better than nothing.

“I’m not nailing you in this bed,” I told her when I broke the kiss. “It’s too weird.”

“My god, you’re romantic,” she said.

“It’s what I’m known for.”

She kissed me again. When we paused for breath, her gaze had gone all hazy in that way I particularly liked.

“Stone, could you possibly…” She trailed off.

I frowned. “Possibly what?”

Her cheeks flushed red. She pointed down, between us.

Oh. I bit back a grin. “Say it, Sienna.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“You’re just…” She bit her lip. “You’re so good at it.”

Yeah, she was going to get what she wanted.

“Say please and I’ll do it,” I said roughly.

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