Page 62 of Just the Wrong Twin

Nate didn’t say anything, which wasn’t the most encouraging response to Sonia’s thinking.

Wouldn’t he just decline if he didn’t want to come?

“Can you come back to New York this weekend?” she continued. Did he want her to beg? Not Nate. He wasn’t mean. He was just holding fast to his one-and-done rule. She had to make sure it sounded like another round, not a bigger commitment. “I’ll be sure there’s a great parking spot for the car. It won’t compromise your isolation because we were together last weekend and I haven’t left the apartment since.”

“It would be the second time, though.” His words were proof that she’d guessed the real reason for his hesitation.

“But just another benefit between friends,” she said, hoping he’d agree. “I want to do it with someone who sees all my truth and doesn’t turn away. I want to do it slow, really slow.” She swallowed, aware of the silence on the line. “It has to be you, Nate. I need to do this now and I don’t trust anyone else this much.”

Again there was a pause.

Sonia crossed her fingers and hoped.

Her tattoo, strangely enough, felt warm.

“Then you have to say it,” Nate said finally, his voice a little husky. “You have to tell me exactly what you want.”

“I did say it.”

“You saidit,” he growled. “Spell it out, Sonia. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Okay. She could do that.

And in a way, being specific was helpful. It clarified what she was asking and left no room for doubt.

“I want to have sex with you, Nathan Buchanan, naked, in the light,” she said, her voice growing stronger with each sentence. “I want to make love with you, repeatedly. In a bed, on the counter, in the shower.” She found herself smiling as it became easier. “In a house with a mouse, in a box with a fox.”

“Leave the animals out of it,” he chided. “I don’t do that kind of kink.”

Sonia laughed then caught her breath. “I want you to go down on me and I want to go down on you.” It felt outrageous to say that aloud, but she was reclaiming it.

It also felt good.

Nate inhaled sharply. “You’re sure?” he asked with obvious suspicion.

“I’m sure because you’re right. Sex should be fun. It should be a celebration. It was so good last weekend—you showed me how great it could be and I want more. I want to reclaim all of it, Nate. I want to own it again. Will you come?”

“Probably several times,” he said and she laughed, because she knew she was supposed to.

“Seriously.”

“Seriously, Sonia.” His voice was warm, as if there’d never been any doubt. She heard the smile in his voice when he continued. “That’s what friends are for.”

Sonia understood. He was making an exception to his rule for her. It was a one-time offer. She’d be sure it was worth his while.

Excitement bubbled through her, her anticipation rising that she’d see him again. He’d kiss her again. They’d have awesome sex together again. She closed her eyes and thought about the way he kissed, how he made her knees melt, how he could move so slowly…

“We have to make sure your quarantine isn’t breached,” she said, forcing herself to think of practicalities.

“But we were together last weekend. We could consider ourselves a pod, if you haven’t interacted with anyone since.”

“I haven’t.”

“Okay,” Nate said. “Do you want to come here?”

“But I’d have to take public transit and that would compromise your quarantine.”

“I could pick you up.”

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