Page 82 of Text Me Baby One More Time

I’m pathetic.

And really fucking overdue for that orgasm he promised me.

Yeah, that’s all it is—sexual frustration. It has nothing to do with Shep himself. Impossible.

Keep telling yourself that, Denny.

“Two beds, Shep,” I argue, even though I don’t want to. I want to spend the night in the same bed as him so goddamn bad.

Wait…I do?

Oh hell. Ireallydo.

I’m not Shep’s biggest fan, but I’ll be damned if my body doesn’t think he’s the hottest thing to ever walk this earth, despite how much my head is yelling at me to walk away from him and keep things simple between us.

“One.”

“Two.”

“One.”

Another step toward me, his lips only inches from my own. My stupid legs quiver, waiting for his mouth to drop to mine.

“And we’re spooning.”

Abruptly, he pulls away, spins on his heel, and leaves me standing there wanting more…for the umpteenth time tonight.

How I am going to survive this?

* * *

“You’re drooling.”

“I am not.”

“Are too.”

“I’m not even asleep, you ass.” I pry my eyes open and stare at the TV, not watching what’s happening on the screen.

Shep insisted on watchingBob’s Burgers,and since I secretly have a huge crush on Bob Belcher, I didn’t argue.

“Are you sure about that?”

“If I am, this is the worst dream I’ve ever had.”

I go to pull my feet off his lap, but he puts his hand on my calf, stopping me.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom. Wanna wipe my ass for me?”

“That’s the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever heard. No thank you.”

“Then let me up.”

“I will, but…” he draws out.

I groan. “What do you want, Shep?”

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