She twists her body, but I manage to hoist her above me before I drop her down the other side. We’re now back where we should be.
“There, you little bed thief.”
“You picked me up like I don’t weigh a thing.”
“You barely do, Indie.”
Does she eat much at home? She’s always been on the skinny side. If anyone ever mentioned how slim she is, she would tell them it’s her metabolism. It might be… but I want to know for sure.
“I don’t think that was very nice. Before you came in and started throwing me around, I was fast asleep. Now I’m awake, and you’re going to have to entertain me.”
Oh, Jesus, I know a few ways.
“All right, take your clothes off.” I’m bold. Potentially too bold. She hasn’t kicked me out of my own bed yet, though, so I’ll take that.
Rolling her eyes, she whacks my stomach with the back of her hand. She’s too close for it to have hurt. When I dropped her back on the bed, I left my arm around her. A few inches closer and she would be pressed up against me.
“I can’t wait to see you on that red carpet. I’m so proud of you, Spence,” she whispers.
My hand has a mind of its fucking own. Her words burn as I reach out and run my fingertips down her cheek, and along her jaw. I shudder at the contact. “Thank you.”
“Promise me it won’t be so long next time.”
“The time we’re apart?”
“Yeah. I need you to promise me that.” Her voice is a whisper.
“I’ll do everything I can to be with you as often as I can. I meant what I said when I told you that I’ll come whenever you need me. No matter where I am in the world.”
“What if you’re in the Maldives?”
“I’m not sure why I’d be there but, sure, I’d come back from the Maldives.”
“What if you’re in the Antarctic?”
“I’d definitely come back.”
“What if you’re in Amelia Renalds?”
The hot supermodel I had plastered over my wall when I was fifteen. “You’re on your own then.”
She gasps and wriggles, trying to get away and whack me. I’m not letting go. I feel like a fucking addict. Since we initiated the first touch, I was hooked.
I laugh and pull her against my chest. “Oh no, you don’t.”
“You’re a dick.” She pouts.
Do not bite her lip.
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll her onto her side and wrap my other arm around her body. She fits so perfectly with her chest against mine. I move my hips back so she can’t feel my throbbing cock.
“I get it, though. I would ditch you in a heartbeat for Ethan.”
What?
I scoop her closer with one hand, and she giggles. “You plan to run off with him tomorrow?”
“He is very beautiful.”
“What am I? A troll?”
“You’re beautiful, too. You’re also my best friend in the whole world.”
Am I getting friend zoned right now? “You wound me, Indie.”
“Oh, please, you can have any supermodel you want.”
So, that’s what this is about. She doesn’t think I would want her now that a shitload more doors—and legs—have opened for me.
Indie is the one who broke things off with me. She told me we were on very different paths and it’s better to break up and be friends than to crumble trying to make long-distance work.
Not that she was wrong. I don’t know how we would have gone back to friends if we’d failed at a long-term relationship. At only two weeks, our relationship was new and—apart from the kissing— exactly the same as it had always been.
Damn, do I miss kissing her.
It wasn’t particularly easy to hop back to being just friends so I know it would have been impossible months down the line… and if we’d had sex.
“I don’t want a supermodel,” I tell her.
She’s so close. Her smooth legs are pressed against mine, making me delirious. I want her so bad, want to feel her soft skin and devour that hot mouth.
“Tell that to your old posters.”
I lean forwards and hear her breath catch, but I don’t go for her mouth. Not yet. I whisper in her ear, “You know those posters were taken down the second you said you’d be mine.”
“Hmm, so now you want nerdy university students who will never be red carpet worthy?” she teases, breathlessly.
My fingers curl into her waist. I’m desperate. “I like nerdy university students.”
“Plural?”
My mouth is so close to her, I can practically taste her skin. “You used plural, too.”
“Sophie from my class. She likes to spend time in the library. Are you hard yet?”
I was hard the minute I laid eyes on her in my bed.
I sigh. “How can I not be, thinking about Sophie. Though, I cannot recall what she looks like.”
Her arm wraps around my back in a possessive move that I fucking love. “Sure, you do. Tall, light red hair, big boobs.”
“Nope. I think I’ll take a rain check. I prefer the exact opposite of that.”
“Short, dark hair, no boobs.”
“You have boobs.” They’re inches away from my hands.
“Oh, you’re talking about me? Sorry, my mistake.”
I graze my lips against her neck, and her body shudders, pushing harder against me. I groan at the feel of her. She’s probably noticed my erection now, but I can’t move. “You really like hanging out at the library?”
“I like to study there. My favourite place recently is the pub with Wren and Mila.”
“We used to go to the pub.”
“I don’t suppose you’re able to do a lot of that normal stuff. Not without being hounded. You’ll soon need bodyguards with you at all times. You’ll wake up every day to find photos of you doing the most boring stuff in the news.”
That shit happens now but I don’t fancy ruining the moment. I’ve got her pressed up against me, horny and flirting.
Smiling, I place a kiss on her collarbone. “Sounds fun.”
She sighs and her nails dig into my back, pressing my dick into her leg. “It would to you.”
“You’d hate it,” I say
