Page 187 of Hide and Keep

“You’d be okay with me sitting on your face? While you’re asleep?”

“Okay with it? Shit, I drift off every night imagining it.”

I shake my head. No, he doesn’t.

Does he?

“Even after you saw what happened to Crue 2.0’s face?”

He points at his facial scar with his free hand. “An airbag going two hundred miles an hour, hitting me with over two thousand pounds of force couldn’t crush my face. You think I’m worried about you riding my tongue?”

“Riding your tongue? Aren’t you supposed to be asleep in this scenario?”

He’s smiling now. “I don’t care if I’m in a coma, your pussy gets within an inch of my face, I’m chowing the fuck down.”

Speechless, I return to my drawing.

Ignore that image.

Ignore that—

“So?” he questions with absolutely zero context whatsoever.

“So what?”

“Are you gonna do it?”

“I’m kinda busy right now, not to mention you’re…” I stop to wave a hand at him even though his eyes are still closed. “Awake.”

The fakest snore I’ve ever heard tickles my ears, making me laugh.

“You don’t snore.”

Crue stops the farce to chide, “See? All that sneaking in here while I was asleep, you could’ve been sitting on my face.”

“I didn’t know I had your permission before.”

“Now that you do, will you?”

Probably not. Crue’s the peace in a sea of chaos and lying next to him as he sleeps calmly gives me more than oral ever could.

Ignoring his question, I tease, “Is this what happens when you miss a meal?”

Crue’s hand grasps my elbow, and without a hint of humor, he says, “Be my dinner.”

Feeling his gaze now, I keep mine locked on my work. “I was joking.”

“I’m not.”

“You said tonight wasn’t about that.” Please don’t make it about that. I can’t…right now.

“Then stay the night and be my breakfast tomorrow.”

“Relax your arm.”

“Agree to stay the night.”

“Crue—”

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