Page 45 of Exes That Puck
“Okay. So you’ll stay until you sober up. We can watch a movie or something. Deal?”
She clicks her tongue. “Definitely not. I wore this dress just for you. I paid for Uber to bring me here. I’m lying to my friends. I’m here for what I came for.”
I watch her. “Which is?”
Before I can respond, she’s taking off her dress.
I turn my back, grabbing a soft t-shirt and boxers from my dresser.
“Here. These are clean.”
I give her time to change and then she says, “Okay, you can look now.”
When I turn around, she’s standing in black lace underwear that makes my mouth go dry. The dress is pooled at her feet.
“Jesus, Kare.”
She laughs, stepping toward me. “Come on, Z.”
I pick up her dress and hold it out to her. “I don’t mind if we keep this on.”
“Yeah?” She leans in to kiss me.
I pull back. “Kara.”
She hovers over my lips and says in a seductive voice, “I would be screwing you if I wasn’t drunk, Z. Stop the gentleman play and touch me.”
“Hold on,” I mutter. “Here.”
I step away to grab what she needs. Makeup wipes, hair tie, the small trash can. I lay them out on the dresser like muscle memory.
“You remembered,” she mutters when I hand her the good makeup remover.
I kneel to untie her shoes, asking first with my eyes. She nods, steadying herself with a hand on my shoulder. I place her jewelry in the small dish she used to use when she stayed over before.
I set two Advil on the nightstand. Crack the window for cool air and pull the spare blanket to the foot of the bed.
“How was the party?” I ask as she wipes off her makeup.
She says, “Payton saw Wolf Boy.”
I swallow my commentary. “Who is it?”
She smirks while lifting her brow. “He’s very mysterious.”
“Mysterious.” I don’t push for details, don’t let jealousy creep into my voice.
When she’s finished, she turns to me and tugs at the hem of my shirt. “Your turn.”
I let her pull it over my head, her fingers skimming my skin. She kisses me slow and testing, and I follow her lead.
“Are you sure?” I ask against her mouth.
“Stop asking,” she breathes. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.”
My eyes travel down her body. “How do you want it?”
“Zeke,” she teases. “You know me. I’m a very naughty girl when I’m drunk.” She leans in to kiss my cheek and whispers, “I want it rough.”
