Page 55 of Touch Me

Not really his style.

I nod my agreement with a mouth full of popcorn when he asks if I’m ready.

Who knows how many hours later, we’ve gone through several very graphic episodes. Now I’m sex-fueled and lust-filled, so I start talking to the characters.

“Get the chamber pot, girl. He ain’t worth it.” My lap is filled with popcorn, and my hands are slippery and covered in butter.

“What does that mean?” Jace’s head whips toward me.

“UTI,” I answer without taking my eyes off the TV.

He pauses the show. “Huh?”

Peeling my eyes off the screen, I turn toward Jace, and his forehead scrunching in confusion. “You know,” I gesture with my popcorn hand, “if girls don’t go to the bathroom after sex, they can get a UTI.”

He nods. “Oh, right. Yeah, yeah, of course.”

“Jace, I wouldn’t expect you to know that. Most guys don’t. Even ones that—”

“I got it, Cassie.” He rolls his eyes and purses his lips.

“Right. Sorry.”

He clears his throat and hits play, and I’m once again immersed.

I definitely have to finish this show.

When the episode ends, Jace stands to stretch, and holy crap, the outline has a shadow.

Stop looking. Stop looking.

The pulsing in my pants is back, and it has nothing to do with the sexy Scot and everything to do with my sexy roommate. Ugh, I need to get laid. Or take my friend Shaky into the shower again.

I’m gonna fucking kill Ashley.

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After an absolutely hellaciousday at work—one in which I was fully prepared to strangle Ashley on sight but was too busy with The Hangman aftermath to even pick a wedgie—I run home and quickly change into jeans and a tank top, then head out to the Pink Taco to meet the crew for drinks.

I find the booth they’re already seated in and slide in next to Alex.

“Hey, guys.”

“Welcome,” Ashley says, sliding me a margarita glass and nudging the pitcher of pink frothiness closer to me.

“You, Missy, are in trouble,” I say, eyeing her over my glass.

“Me?” she feigns innocence. “What did I do?”

“One word. Outlander.”

She busts out laughing. “It’s great, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, for couples who have no problem tearing each other’s clothes off and humping on the floor afterward. You know how hard it is to drag myself to bed all throbbing and shit? And now I like the show and have to finish it. I should choke you.”

She twirls her straw through her drink. “Oh, honey. That’s not really a punishment for me.”

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

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