Page 38 of Yours, Unexpectedly

Have to have Anders inside me.

“We can go back to my place?” I hear myself asking. He continues to toy with the other side of my top while I sit here with one tit hanging out.

“Luci and Riz won’t think that’s weird?” he asks.

“Well, I kind of already told them about you and me. Us.”

His brow quirks up at that. “You told them we’re friends with benefits?”

I cringe hearing that phrase come out of his mouth, even though I’m the one that put it there.

“Yes. Is that okay? I didn’t mean to overstep but I figured my place is probably safer than yours so they’d see you around eventually.”

“That’s fine, Bex. I’m not the one eager to hide what is obviously going on between us.”

“So you’d want Gabe to know that you and his only sister are friends with benefits?” I ask, a bit incredulous.

“Well, that’s not exactly how I’d phrase it, but yes,” he replies.

“Not how you’d phrase it? But that’s what we are to each other.” I can hear the defensiveness in my voice.

He grunts at this and pulls my top back into place. Then, he looks me in the eyes, leafy green treetops meeting a swirl of golden caramel.

“That’s not what you are to me. And maybe that’s all I am to you,” he sighs. “For now that’s okay, but it won’t always be. Eventually you’ll have to make a choice, Bex. But I’ll be here in the meantime, waiting.”

“I—I don’t really know.”

He reaches up, brushing my cheek with two of his fingers, as if memorizing the line of my cheekbone. “You don’t have to say anything to that. I just want to be crystal clear where I stand on this. I will be whatever you need me to be, as long as you know that what I want with you is… a lot more than friends with benefits.”

Damn.

“Right, no yeah. Okay. Cool.” Eloquent, Bex.

His eyes crinkle at the corners as his lips tip up. “Does the offer to go back to your place still stand?”

“Really? Oh, uh… Yeah. Yes. Definitely.” Why am I constantly turning into a babbling idiot around this man?! “How can we get out of here without Gabe noticing?”

He leans his forehead against mine, taking a deep inhale before replacing his forehead with his lips. “Let me take care of that.”

Rolling my eyes, I look up at him. “Oh God, what do you have planned?”

“Do you trust me, Baby Bardot?”

Yes, I do.

I shouldn’t have trusted him.

This fucker’s brilliant idea was to tell Gabe I was having “period issues” and that he would take me back to my apartment. Thankfully, Gabe is a child and wanted nothing to do with his little sister’s fake menstrual cycle, so he quickly dismissed us. Luci and Riz shot us skeptical looks as we left Louie’s, probably because we all synced up a while ago and they know I’m not on my period; I just blew them a kiss when Gabe’s back was turned, reveling in watching both of their jaws drop.

Hell yeah, ladies, I’m about to get lucky.

By the time we make it back to the apartment, my body is buzzing in anticipation. Anders might have made a joke the other day about being my teenage dream but he definitely was. From the day I met him at sixteen, he became the star of my fantasies. How often do people get a chance to be with the person they’ve imagined countless times while using their vibrating counterparts? It can’t be that often, so I’m internally high-fiving myself as I unlock the front door.

“So… this is our place.” I point things out as we walk by, but I’m beelining it straight toward my bedroom. “Kitchen, living room, Riz and Luci’s rooms are down that hallway, bathroom, and here’s my bedroom.”

“Woah, slow down! We aren’t in any hurry.” I hear Anders, but his voice sounds distant. Turning around I see that he’s still by the front door, taking everything in.

I am definitely in a hurry. I need this man’s cock, like, yesterday.

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