Page 89 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

“I’m close,” she murmurs, answering my unvoiced question through the kisses.

“Thank fuck.” I rest my forehead against her temple, pushing into her again. “Touch yourself. Get there with me.”

She reaches a hand between her legs and plays with her clit, and I love that she’s not afraid to do it.

“So close,” she whispers. “More.”

I thrust into her without restraint, and she cries out as her orgasm takes over, her pussy clenching around me, begging me to follow her over the edge.

I quicken my pace, and it’s less than a minute before I’m following her to bliss.

She collapses onto the mattress, and I fall on top of her, dropping my head between her shoulders.

Our breaths are loud and harsh. We gasp for air, for any sort of reprieve.

“Well, that happened.” She breaks the silence first.

I laugh, rolling off her and flopping onto my back, one arm under my head as I work to settle my breathing. “Yeah, it did.”

We go silent, and the reality of what just transpired starts to set in.

As does the panic.

What in the hell are we thinking?! We can’t do this! You don’t just go back to normal after striking up a casual sex-only relationship with your neighbor/temporary roommate.

You’re a dumbass, Dean. Complete and utter fucking moron. There’s no way this is going to end well.

She rolls to her side, facing me.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hmm?” I say, turning my head toward her.

“Want to go get some pie?”

And just like that, I know we’re going to be okay.

15

River

A soft melodypulls me from my peaceful slumber.

The song is familiar, and it reverberates around my head like it’s coming from somewhere close.

Like “rightnext to me” kind of close.

Though I’m not ready to wake up yet, I drag my eyes open and peer around.

Green. So much green.

Like my favorite chocolate candies. It makes me want M&M’S bad.

My stomach growls at the thought of food.

The bed shakes with laughter, and the music stops.

“Someone’s hungry,” Dean says, peering down at me, his guitar in his hands.

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