Page 59 of Stuck with Me

I grin and run a frustrated hand through my hair. But frustrated is an understatement. I still have the worst case of blue balls after making Rosie come with only a damn necklace.

And it was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

“You sure you don’t want to play the other version?” I waggle my brows at her.

But she’s not having it. She rolls her eyes. Though she can’t hide the adorable shade of pink on her cheeks. “I guarantee we’ll play strip UNO once everyone else is here and we’ve got good and liquored up.”

I have a feeling it will take her group of friends a lot of liquor to warm up to me. As of now, they all hate me. I can’t really blame them. My reason for being here is shitty. I’m threatening to take away a place they love.

“I’ll probably try to keep to myself once everyone else gets here.”

She chews her lower lip. The movement draws me in and I’m already in a trance. Wishing I could kiss those lips like I did last night.

“I mean, I guess that makes sense.”

I shouldn’t be surprised by her response, but I am. Or maybe I’m offended. After what the two of us have shared over the last twenty-four hours, I guess I thought we no longer hated each other.

“Have you not told Cammie about us?”

Her eyes flick up and meet mine. “Us?”

“Not that there’s anus, I just meant…about what happened between us?”

A mischievous grin appears on her lips. “Which time?”

“Either? Any,” I fumble over my words.

It’s not like me to be nervous around women. Or nervous talking about sex. But things with Rosie feel…different.

“You did say she was your friend, right?”

“Best friend. And yeah, Cammie and I tell each other everything.”

“Everything?”

Rosie lays a card face-up onto the pile on the floor. “I mean, sure. She knows you’re here. She knows we had sex. She knows about our agreement. And…” her words taper off.

“And what?”

“And about me giving you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

I grunt. “I don’t think I ever confirmed that.”

“Fuck you, you know it’s true.”

“So,” I hesitate in asking, because do I really care if a stranger knows I have panic attacks? “You told her about my panic attack?”

She bites her lower lip again.

Guilty.

“I did. But you don’t need to worry about Cammie. She’s not going to judge you. She may hate you because I hate you and that’s what friends do, but I have a feeling she secretly likes you.”

“Yeah?” I raise my brows and smile just a bit too proudly.

“I told you, Cammie is good people. But get over yourself, because we both still hate you.”

“That’s okay, Kit-Kat, because I still hate you, too. Even if you do give the best blowjobs,” I finally admit and the delight on her expression makes it worth it.

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