Page 257 of Hide and Keep

“Why is that?” I can’t help but ask. It is kinda strange how quickly I got over the food poisoning.

“You had a good nurse,” she says with a shrug.

That’s true.

“Let me thank you for your service.”

“Crue. You need rest.”

“I need sustenance.”

“Then I’ll go get you some—”

I tighten my grip on her hips, keeping her on my stomach.

“Sit on my face.”

“That’s not the kind of sustenance you need.”

Probably not. But it’s the only kind I want.

“It’s exactly what I need,” I argue. “You’re exactly what I need.”

The pad of her thumb covers my lips, then she bends down and kisses over it…as well as the corners of my lips.

I strain up into it, praying she removes the thumb. Something about the move, her being above me maybe, gives me déjà vu, which is impossible because she’s never done this before. I’m always the one that “kisses” her like this.

Ever sits up again but the feeling remains. Did she kiss me last night? I hope not. That would’ve been disgusting for her.

She wouldn’t have. There’d be no reason.

“How’s your stomach?” she asks on her shuffle up my torso, her shirt already raised to expose her tits.

“Fine.”

I help get that shirt off, throwing it off to the side.

“What about—”

“Ever… What’s your middle name?”

“Chanel.”

“Ever Chanel Munreaux, sit on my face.”

“I’m still wearing underwear.”

Not for long.

I tear the pair from the middle out until the seams rip, then I toss those, too.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” I tell her and shut my eyes.

When nothing happens, I crack one open. Ever’s suspended above my chin, just staring down at me.

“Sit.”

She huffs. “You’re so ridiculous. I thought you were about to be sick.”

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