Page 93 of Some Things Never Change

He looked at the digital clock near the TV stand. Two-thirty-eight A.M. “We definitely should.”

“But I don’t think I can sleep even if I tried.” I let out a frustrated whine at how my pumping anger had now fully woken me up. “I’m wide awake.”

“Then how about we get you fed and watered, Tink? I’ll make you a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of warm milk with honey.”

My smile grew wider. “Sounds amazing.”

“Good.” He rose, carrying me with him. “Let’s get you some food and warm milk and you’ll soon drift off into dreamland.”

As he carried me into the kitchen and set me down on a bar stool, I almost told him he could also fuck me relentlessly until I couldn’t walk at all tomorrow. That would surely help me go to sleep. But that was a suggestion for another day. A grilled cheese sandwich, warm milk with honey, and falling asleep to the sound of his steady breathing was more than enough to satisfy my insatiable thirst for him. For now, at least.

I also wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of winning our game because I was going to win. Not him.

Chapter

Forty

Most of the thoughts in my head whenever it came to Andy these last few months were how much I loved and cared about him, how far we had come with our relationship, and how much I loved to draw my fingertips across his skin. But all I had been thinking of lately was how much I wanted to win our little game.

With spring becoming warmer as we got closer to the start of May, I used that as an excuse to wear less clothes on Saturday. Clad without a bra in my tiny, white crop top and tight black spandex short shorts, I spent my day glued to Andy’s side. He blatantly ogled every inch of my body with the tug of his lips into a lopsided grin. But that was it. No comment was ever made about my clothes, despite the way he stared at my nipples too long.

After spending over an hour at the gym on Sunday morning, we came back to an unusually warm home. Andy fiddled with the air conditioning control panel as I hit the shower.

I glanced into the mirror before jumping in. This was our first gym session in a month and it thoroughly surprised me the little pooch I always had trouble slimming down was no longer as visible as it once was. Not only did I shed off the extra weight I was carrying, but I could tell I was practically radiating. It definitely wasn’t the post-workout glow from the sweat session at the gym, either.

It was because I was genuinely happy with the life I was living. I knew part of it had to do with relocating to a new city to be closer to people I love and care about. Another huge factor was me falling in love again with a hobby I had forgotten about and I had never felt more invigorated. This new side of me was all thanks to the two amazing friends I had: Cindy and Andy.

I threw on similar garb as the day before, with a brown tube top and black spandex short shorts again after my shower. We agreed to go out for brunch, but only if we felt like it. Since it was a Sunday morning, brunch places were bound to be packed. I walked out of the bathroom, only to find Andy with nothing but a towel sitting low on his hips. His still-dry hair was sexily pushed back.

My brows furrowed together. “You haven’t showered yet?”

Without a look in my direction, Andy let out a sigh as he dialed the temperature down to 66. “I need to make sure this house is cold enough so you stop wearing your thin tops and short shorts. You know how much power your nipples and thighs have over me.”

I smirked triumphantly as he finally turned to me. His eyes were all over me as he took in a deep inhale of the light milk and honey scented body cream I slathered on.

“This isn’t fair.” His voice was gruff with irritation.

“What isn’t?” I pretended to play innocent as I plastered on a confused expression.

With a tug on his towel, my breath hitched. His brows cocked up arrogantly as the towel fell to his feet, revealing his sex and strong legs. My eyes traveled to his newly exposed lower half as if it was the first time I saw him fully nude and I knew he got me. He knew exactly what he was doing to crack my determination.

“You know what isn’t fair,” said Andy, grinning. “Why don’t you help me shower and we’ll call it even?”

My brain began to stammer and falter. Thankfully, my voice wasn’t stuttering like my head was. “Even? For what?”

“This.”

In a simple tug, he pulled my tube top down and my breasts spilled over. My nipples were erect from the cool air blowing over us. His grin grew wider, if possible.

“Shower with me. It’s the least you can do for all the teasing and taunting you’ve been doing to me all week.”

As I pulled my tube top over my head, he reached out to help me. His hands were soon on my hips with his fingers hooked on my short shorts when I stopped him.

“Are you begging me, Andy Hughes?”

His grin cocked into a lopsided smirk. “Who says I’m begging right now? All I’m asking for is just a shower, right?”

“Are you telling me that all we’re doing is just showering?” My voice came off more exasperated than I liked, and I regret opening my mouth.

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