Page 69 of The List
I hesitate only a moment. Then I step aside and let him pass through the entry and into my living room. He gives a low whistle. “This is a pretty nice apartment for a college student.”
Right. We’re still roleplaying. Not very well, and there’s nothing too sexy about it. But hey, that’s real life. That does seem to be what we’re considering here. What Simon has come to offer me, if I’m willing.
“Thanks,” I tell him, rolling up the sleeves of my college-girl sweatshirt. “Want me to whip up some ramen noodles, or should we go right to cramming for finals?”
He grins. I’ve extended an olive branch, and he knows it. “Cramming sounds good to me.” He gives me that mischievous smile that turns my insides to mush, and I know I’m a goner.
“All right, then,” I tell him. “Give me just a second to do something.”
I sit down on the sofa and pull my laptop toward me. As Simon watches, I toggle my way to a document I haven’t opened for weeks.
Super awesome wild-ass (holy shit they’re gonna kill me) sex stuff to figure out before D-day
I scroll down to item number nine and hover the cursor over the little checkbox. All those words wink back at me.
Sexy things we’ve done. Experiences I never expected to have, especially not with the man standing in front of me with his hands stuffed awkwardly in the pockets of his tuxedo trousers.
I look up at Simon and he smiles. My heart surges upward and lodges somewhere in my throat. I am such a goner.
I look back at the document and click the checkbox next to item number nine.
“There.” I look up at him. “Almost done. There’s just the Post Hole Digger, and I don’t think we’ll ever figure that one out.”
His grin gets wider, but he doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, he peels off the tuxedo jacket and rests it over the back of the sofa. Then he walks around to the front of the couch and sits down beside me.
“Yes, we will,” he says. “We’ll figure it out together.”
I lick my lips, not daring to look at him. “The sex position?”
“The sex position, the relationship—all of it.”
He’s so close I can feel the heat from his body. So close I could climb into his lap if I felt like it.
I kinda feel like it.
He puts an arm around me, and I lean into all that heat. When he cups one palm around my cheek, I let him tip my face up. I’m staring into those liquid brown eyes, and I know he’s about to kiss me.
I know what else is coming, too.
“So, you’re saying if we finish The List, it isn’t the end?”
“Nope,” he says. “It’s just the beginning.”
Epilogue
Simon
“Bend over, little girl,” I murmur. “I’m going to paddle you good with this.”
Cassie snort-laughs into her wineglass and gives me a practiced eye roll. “Flip the burgers, dork.”
I grin and toss the barbecue tongs in one hand. “Fine. But for the record, this would totally work as a flogger.”
She’s trying to look stern, but I can see the heat in her eyes. I also know she totally loved the flogger thing the other night.
Hey, just because we’ve been together a year doesn’t mean we’ve stopped experimenting.
“Behave yourself and take the buns.” She sets down a platter of sesame-covered rolls and gives me a suggestive wink. “Careful not to burn them.”
