Page 145 of Need You To Choose Me

“That’s true.”

My phone buzzes, drawing my attention away from the discussion at hand. I pull it out, the corner of my mouth lifting when I see the name on the screen.

Blake:

Done with the smut club?

Blondie:

In a little bit.

And it’s not a smut club. It’s a book club.

Blake:

Blondie, I’ve seen the books you’ve been reading.

And they would suggest otherwise.

“I don’t see what’s the problem.” Mrs. Tyson points her bony finger at Jessica. “I’ll let you know, young lady, the quiet, grouchy men are the best in the sack.”

Jessica’s mouth falls open, her cheeks turning pink, and I struggle to swallow back the snort at her words. Because what were the odds, really?

“Mrs. Tyson!”

The older woman harrumphs. “What? No need to act all demure now. We’ve all had sex around here.”

“Only in my dreams,” Becky mutters as she sits next to me, making the whole group chuckle, just as another message pops on my screen, and I can feel the heat rise up my neck.

Blake:

Not that I’m complaining.

As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind recreating a few of those scenes. Just saying. You know in case you wanna see how accurate they are and all that.

Blondie:

I’m sure that’ll be such a hardship for you.

Blake:

What can I say? It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the greater good.

I can’t have you going around all needy after all.

Blondie:

Does that mean you’ll come over tonight?

I worry at my lip as I wait for his response.

I knew it was selfish of me to ask that of him because what if one of the boys woke up in the middle of the night and went to him, but he wasn’t there? And yet, the words were out before I could think them through. I couldn’t help myself. I liked spending time with Blake. And it wasn’t just the sex either. I liked the feel of his arms around my body. I liked to just talk to him as we cuddled on the couch. I liked him, plain and simple. And it scared me shitless.

“What are you reading?” Becky nudges me playfully. “It has to be good if you’re all flushed like—” I lock my phone and lift my gaze, but based on her smug smile, she’s already read my messages. “Oh my God, finally!”

Shit.

I shoot her a pleading look, but it’s already too late.

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