Page 96 of Roommate's Guide to Love

Oh shit. Did I say that I loved him out loud? No…maybe? Fuck my life.

“Did you forget already?” Porter sits down on the bed next to me, cupping my still throbbing pussy. “You screamed my name.”

That I remember. “I know.”

“Did you wish it was me?”

I nod again, only this time it comes with a whispered “Yes.”

“Do you remember what else you said?”

Porter starts leaning close, his fingers now toying at my entrance. I try to thrust my hips toward him, needing the relief again even though I just came, but every time I do, he moves them just slightly to keep me away.

“I don’t.”

“That’s too bad. I don’t think I can give you what you want until you do.”

Oh this motherfucker…how am I supposed to remember what I said five minutes ago? I feel like that’s really unfair.

“I said…” I trail off, begging my mind to remember the nonsense it came up with. Knowing that the reward will be will worth it. “I said…”

“That’s it. Use your words, beautiful.”

My eyes find his, and then it hits me.

He heard what I didn’t want to say out loud.

The words that still scare me to speak into existence.

The words that will change everything.

“I want to stay.” My words are barely above a whisper, but the slight smile on Porter’s face tells me he heard it loud and clear.

“Say it again.”

“I want to stay.”

His fingers start to insert a little more, but not nearly enough for my pleasure. I try to find my voice when I feel his other hand take my wrists and pin them over my head.

“Say it, Quinn. Say it all. Say what you want.”

Porter has pushed me in the bedroom plenty of times. It’s one thing when it’s orgasms. It’s another when it’s your heart.

But I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of shielding. I’m tired of being on the defensive.

I’m ready to jump.

More importantly, I’m ready to land.

“I want to stay. Here. With you.”

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Stay…

That one word releases the floodgates I’ve been holding onto for eight years.

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