Page 57 of Birdy

Why do I want her like this?

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Kassand I must’ve fallen asleep on the couch after she rode my brains out because the loud ping of my phone wakes me up to Kass sprawled on my chest. Yeah, I finally fucked her. I had to throw down a few beers and shoot back about three tequila shots to erase Benni from my mind, but I finally did it.

How fucking pathetic is that?

I needed alcohol to focus on pussy, and I’m definitely feeling it now. My head’s fucking swimming, on the verge of pounding if I don’t get some water and Ibuprofen in my system stat.

Groaning, I slip out from beneath Kass’s limp body and snatch my phone off the coffee table. I’m still so groggy, I have to lift the phone to my face. The first thing I note is the time. It’s two in the morning. Below that? Three missed texts.

They’re all fromher,starting at about eleven.

Benni:I feel like I barely saw you today. I hate when Walker sticks you with Birks and Delfino.

There’s another one around midnight.

Benni:I guess you fell asleep early. I’m gonna crash too. Sleep well xoxo

The last one coming in is what woke me up.

Benni:I can’t sleep…

She’s awake…

My gaze flicks to Kass’s naked form on the couch. I’m not exactly mad she stayed the night; I’m just not used to it. She always goes home regardless of the time. Seeing her lying there after reading Benni’s text, though, feels oddly wrong.

I don’t like it.

Just like I don’t like knowing Benni was waiting for me, and I was too busy letting Kass drop her ass on my dick to remember.

My grip tightens almost murderously on the phone. “Kass,” I murmur, waiting her out a minute or two.

When she doesn’t stir even slightly, I stalk into the kitchen for some meds and a glass of water, not bothering to be quiet as I do it. But none of that wakes her either, leaving me no choice but to grab my clothes off the floor and amble—butt ass naked—into my room.

Fuck it.

I’m not gonna be the dick who wakes her up just for her to stumble down the hall and pass back out.It’s pointless. I’ll hop in the shower, wash the night off me, and hop back into bed with Benni for a couple hours. If she isn’t gone by the time I have to leave for work, then I’ll wake her.

Shutting the door behind me, I toss my clothes into the hamper beside the dresser and make a beeline for the connected bathroom to turn the shower on. It’s a Jack and Jill type of thing—one door leading from my bedroom, the other leading out to the short hallway.

While the water’s warming up, I open Benni’s text and type out a quick reply.

Me:I’m up. What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Her response pops up less than a minute later.

Benni:I’m fine, I just can’t sleep. I’m wired for some reason.

Shit, so am I. My head’s still fuzzy, swimming with the last of the beer/tequila combo I ingested, but I’m awake no less, and I’m definitely not going back to sleep any time soon.

Me:Give me five minutes. I’m gonna take a quick shower.

Benni:Lol, okay.

Locking the screen, I set my phone down beside the sink and hop inside the tub. The scalding water is exactly what I need, soothing the haziness of my mind as the spray pelts the top of my head. I stand there motionless for a minute or two and just close my eyes, trying my damnedest not to think about anything. I don’t want to think about Benni, don’t wanna think about Kass, don’t want to analyze any more of either situation.

And I don’t.

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