Page 105 of Doughn't Let Me Go

“Just remember, Dory, you’re not allowed to fall for me.”

“Fall for you?”

“I’m a really good kisser.”

“I won’t get attached if you don’t.”

I’m a pro at not kissing.

The problem? Now I know what his lips feel like. Now I know how they make me feel. Which is really,reallygood.

How can I go back to not kissing him?

“Besides, I don’t have to touch your mouth to kiss you, if you get my drift.”

I blush at his insinuation and rub my legs together like I can feel him there. He’sreallygood at kissing me and not touching my mouth.

Porter’s grinning, but I see the fear in his eyes. He wants to do this because he likes being with me as much as I like being with him, but he doesn’t want to hurt Kyrie if things go wrong.

And like me, he doesn’t want to get hurt if things go wrong.

Which they inevitably will.

When I told him that yesterday, I meant it. I’ve watched too many relationships that start out with good intentions go south. Porter has too, including his own.

But if we don’t kiss, there are no feelings, and we all win.

Simple, right?

Then why does it feel like we’re walking a very precarious line here?

Because we are.

“Por—”

“Don’t say no, Dory.” He crowds me into the room, sweeping an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him and closing my door all at the same time. “Don’t say no. Let’s do this. No kissing. No feelings. Just sex.”

His mouth is saying one thing, but his eyes are saying another.

Even with that knowledge, the dumbest thing I could ever say drops from my lips.

“Yes.”

* * *

It’s beenone week of sneaking around and we haven’t broken our rule yet.

No kissing. Just sex.

We spend our nights wrapped together and our days keeping our hands to ourselves.

No feelings. No attachments.

It truly is the perfect situation.

We don’t go out of our way to keep our distance from each other when we’re not in the bedroom, and it’s never awkward around Kyrie.

It’s comfortable, natural. We just…are.

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