Page 79 of Almost Always

Usually when you text me from a restroom it means it’s bad.

Daisy

I got burger sauce all over my arms and had to wash up.

Roe

You should have made him lick it off you

Daisy

Trust me, the thought crossed my mind. And he would have done it in a heartbeat, but we’re taking things slow. Plus, I’m bleeding like a motherfucker right now and I don’t need either of us getting all flustered and being unable to do anything about it.

Roe

Look at you, so fucking polite.

But yes, bring him. Wyatt’s excited about making a friend

Daisy

The same Wyatt who is friends with literally every human he meets?

Roe

It’s a good thing he’s hot, or I’d be dumping his ass for being so fucking social all the time.

Daisy

Lucky Wyatt.

Roe

Remind him of that when you and your hunky man are here.

Daisy

Speaking of my hunky man, I’m gonna go. But we’ll see you on Saturday

They exchanged a set of standard GIFs back and forth before she put her phone away. With another look at herself in the mirror, she walked out to where herhunky manwas holding his jaw as he read through the menu. Lipstick still lingered around his delicious mouth. That wasn’t even what made her knees wobble; his thumb was running back and forth across his bottom lip. She’d sunk her teeth into that softness and even sucked on it a few times. Now she wanted to do that again. As she neared the table, he looked up and his expression brightened.

“Glad you didn’t sneak out the bathroom window,” he teased and she slid in beside him.

“Thought about it, but my best friend reminded me of the hunky man waiting for me.” He sighed softly as she snuggled against him, looking at the menu. “She wants to meet you.”

“I thought I was your best friend.”

“I feel like you’ve graduated to something more, don’t you think?”

His hand curled against her hip and slowly moved up to brush against her breast. She trembled at the touch, arching into him slightly. Even though she didn’t take her eyes off the menu, she bit down on her lip to stifle the moan.

“Fucking hell, you’re not wearing a bra,” he groaned against her hair, his hand curving under her breast.

“Seemed pointless.” She was panting and her vision was going blurry from the pleasure coursing through her. This was the problem with being so turned on by this man, especially on her period, she was like a cat in heat.

“Seems to be making a lot of points tonight.” His fingers found her nipple and he tweaked it gently, making her gasp.Now he was playing dirty and as much as she wanted to level the playing field, period sex had never appealed to her. Because that’s where this would go if they kept it up.

She covered his hand and guided it away from her breast, her breathing steadying slowly. Keeping their hands on her side she found her voice and said, “Still a fan of apple pie?”

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