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“Blue is my favorite color,” he murmurs.

“I know,” I purr back.

He quickly lifts me, and I wrap my legs firmly around his waist. As he walks us both over to the bed, he lays me down and kisses his way down my body. He pulls my bra down under my breasts and falls into them, mouthing at my cleavage before swirling his tongue over each nipple. His fingers slip down my stomach and into my panties, dipping into my wet heat.

“You’re so ready for me,” he growls, swirling his fingertips around my swollen clit and dipping inside again.

“Matt, please. I can’t wait anymore.”

He kicks his pants and boxers off and slips my panties over my legs before settling between them. I feel the tip of his cock brush against me, and I shiver, raising my hips to rub back against him. He reaches down between us and positions himself before looking into my eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asks, a touch of concern in his expression. It reminded me of 11th grade when we lost our virginity to each other. He asked me the same thing back then.

“Yeah. I want this. I want you, Matty.”

I hear his breath catching his chest, and I know he remembers the same thing that I do. It’s the same answer I gave him all those years ago. He laced our fingers together and leans down to kiss me as he pushes inside gently. I’m feeling so many things at once that I can hardly keep track. I feel breathless and happy and nervous and nostalgic. I feel exquisite pleasure. It feels like coming home. Why did I ever give him up?

We move together, our sweat-slick bodies sliding and grinding as we chase our way to ecstasy. I feel my body clench around him, and I stare deeply into his eyes as my world shatters around me.

8

Matt

The next morning, I wake up kind of disoriented and wondering where the hell I am. I blink up at the sage green ceiling before glancing around the room. Modern white furniture decorates the minimalistic space, and there are plants everywhere. I feel movement to my side and glance over, seeing Bree still sleeping deeply, snuggled under her blanket. That’s when the events of last night come back to me, and I wonder if I’ve just royally screwed everything up.

The conversation when she wakes up is going to be beyond awkward, and honestly, I’m not sure, I want to have it. This was all supposed to be an act. We weren’t supposed to get involved for real, and even though I find myself feeling more for her every day, would she have agreed to pretend to be my girlfriend if she had any feelings for me beyond lust? God, what if she was too drunk to consent last night, and she flips out when she wakes up? I have no idea how to handle this situation.

I spot a notepad and a pen on the side table, and I get up as quietly as I can and scribble out a quick note that I have to go help with party planning and call me when she wakes up.

Dealing with this over the phone will be easier than doing it in person.I quietly slide my jeans back on and quickly button on my shirt and grab my shoes before walking out of the house. I slip into my shoes on the front porch to avoid making noise on the wood floors inside, and then I hop in my car and head out.

On the way home, my phone rings, and my heart jumps into my throat, thinking that she already woke up and saw my note. But the caller ID tells me it’s just my sister. I tried to answer the phone as cheerfully as possible.

“Where the hell are you? I know that the whole thing at dinner was a stunt, but when you didn’t show up at your house last night, I couldn’t confront you.”

I should have known that Jessica would see right through me. She has an uncanny ability to tell when I’m lying. There’s no fooling her, so I may as well admit it.

“Fine, Jess. It was a plan to get mom off my back. But it has kind of backfired on me.”

“What do you mean?” she asks curiously.

“I slept with her last night. And this morning, I freaked out and left a note and left before she woke up.”

“You are an idiot,” she groans. “Look, I may not like what the girl did to you before, but if you’re interested in her, you need to fix this. Taking off like a coward is not the way to win her heart.”

“So, what do I do?”

“Well, you’ve already screwed up, haven’t you? You’d better be extra attentive when she calls you later. Apologize for taking off, and make sure you tell her that you had an amazing time. If she thinks for a second that you regretted last night, you’re done for.”

“Right. Thanks, Jess.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fix your love life, Matty. I’m not putting up with your moping ass ever again.”

With that, she hangs up, and I finish the drive home. After a shower and some breakfast, I head over to my mother’s house to see if there’s anything I can help with before the party tonight.

I don’t hear from Bree until later in the day, And the wait has been agony. When I see my phone ring, my heart jumps into my throat again, and I almost don’t pick up, but I know I can’t leave her hanging.

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