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“Robbie–” Cooper hisses, but she’s immediately cut off by another voice.
Denise’s voice.
“Seven minutes,starting now!” she calls, knocking twice on the door. I feel my brows pull together, a wave of confusion and irritation washing over me.
What the hell is her game here?
“Seven minutes ofwhat?” Cooper demands.
“You know what, Cooper,” I breathe.
Lisa’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. “Try to keep your clothes on, will you? I don’t want to have to disinfect the whole closet.”
“Wow, I’m so honored to be one of the cool kids,” Cooper deadpans. “Are all your parties this fun?”
“Actually…” I press my tongue against my top lip. “Yeah, usually.”
I can’t see her, but I just know she’s rolling those gray eyes straight into the back of her head.
A knock bangs against the door. “It’s a little quiet in there, kids,” Paul’s voice comes through. “Robbie, have you killed the poor girl? Or maybe you just made her pass out from boredom?” I shake my head.
Prick.
There’s a few seconds of silence before Paul adds, “Do I need to come in there and show her how it’s done?”
My spine steels, my jaw clenching. A wave of heat rushes down my neck, and I don’t like the way it feels.Not one bit.
I lean forward, dropping my voice to barely a whisper. “Cooper, I need you to moan for me.”
I sense her stiffen in front of me, her voice getting caught in her throat. “Wha–Excuse me?”
I blow out a breath. “We just need to make some noises. Those idiots will get bored after thirty seconds and then we’re free to stand on opposite sides of the closet until seven minutes is up.”
“Thoseidiots? The ones you call your friends?”
“Cooper, focus.”
She scoffs, incredulous. “You’re asking me to…make noises?” My head falls back in frustration. “...For you?” she adds.
I blink, then bring my head back forward slowly, swallowing hard. “Yes.”
There’s no sound but her shallow breathing for several seconds. And then, finally…
“Robbie, I’m not going to–”
“Jesus Christ, Cooper,” I groan, going straight for her side, digging my fingers hard into her waist, circling them against her skin.
She lets out the craziest mixture of a moan and squeal, the sound ringing out for a solid three seconds.
Ticklish, are we, Cooper?
I hear an obvious full range of reactions from the side of the door from cheering to gagging. I grin to myself, satisfied.
Cooper swats at my chest. “Robbie, what the hell are you doing?” she whisper-shouts.
“Yeah, you like that, baby?” I ask, an edge of mischief to my entirely louder than necessary voice.
She doesn’t even get a chance to reply before I grab onto her other side, just a bit higher this time, causing her to immediately yelp in response.
