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“It’s because you feel safe. You know I’m not lying theresecretly thinking about all the ways that you’ve let yourself go or just ticking a box to look good before we get back to me. Which means you do fun things like come on my face in two minutes.”
Her hand slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants and covered my hard cock. I groaned at the touch.
“You know you make me look like an asshole, right?” she said as she applied pressure, making my hips buck up.
“Oh yeah, how?”
“You’re so open about feelings and shit and then you say things like ‘you only have to say it once to my face’ about the words ‘I love you’, like they don’t hold meaning. You are all about my orgasms and I would honestly quite happily just leave you on edge all day—”
“You can do that if you want.” I cut in. It would be torture, but the best kind. “Besides, no one’s gonna know any of the other shit because it’s none of their business. You’ve said it twice now to my face so maybe your brain will finally cotton on to the fact that it’s fine to say it and I am not going to say, ‘Ah, that’s nice, but no thanks, let’s just be friends.’”
Lenny laughed as she sat back up.
“I’ll be nice to you today and let you come within a reasonable timeframe.”
I didn’t have a chance to reply before I was drawn into the wet heat of her mouth.
41
Alana
Detroit felt cold.
It wasn’t necessarily colder than New York, but it felt that way. The whole journey back had felt different. It wasn’t the first time I’d landed in this airport alone. It wouldn’t be the first time I walked into an empty apartment. It definitely wasn’t the first time I had been in this city on my own, yet while I sat on the plane and waited for the seatbelt sign to go off, I felt off. Unsettled.
It wasn’t until I was waiting for my suitcase to arrive that I realised what I was feeling.
Homesick. Which made no sense because I was home.
Except I wasn’t.As I waited for my suitcase to come, I pulled out my phone and opened my messages to Liam.
Landed! X
His reply was immediate.
Yay! Quick q do you think your parents would let me sleep in your bed if you’re not here?
Aw, you worried you won’t be able to sleep in your own bed? ;)
Yes. Plus yourmattress has already moulded to my body. You want me to sleep on a lumpy mattress and sleep poorly? Spoiler alert, I am no better on minimal sleep than I was as a teenager. You want me to fly home to you grumpy?
The ache in my chest was already easing as I pulled my case off the carousel and started heading to the taxi bay.
I always liked it when you were grumpy. You have a great pout. It’s cute.
Don’t think you’ve ever called me cute before.
I probably hadn’t. Not to his face, anyway. He’d been ‘this cute boy’ in many a story I told about him back in college. ‘Cute’ lets you get away with a lot of things. People were fine with ‘cute’. But you were playing with fire the moment you called a guy ‘hot’ in a conversation. People then wanted details on the hot guy, and I didn’t want to give people details about Liam. The details were mine.
Well you are. And my parents will be fine with it. At least one of us should have a good night’s sleep tonight.
Aw, you worried you won’t be able to sleep in your bed now you’ve gotten used to the one you grew up with? ;)
I wanted to say that I missed him, but only a few hours had passed since he dropped me off at the airport and saying that I missed him already sounded ridiculous. Then I realised ridiculous didn’t exist with Liam. He wanted it all. He loved it all.
Not quite. My bed is fine, it’s more the lack of you and your radiator tendencies. I am worried that I won’t fall asleep at all without it. You could almost say that I’m worried I might miss you…
Oh I forgot we were texting and so you would be more prone to being sweet. In that case, I’m not worried about my lumpy mattress, I slept in that bed a couple of months ago, it was fine. Your bed smells like you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to sleep without being surrounded by the smell of vanilla and silk brushing my cheek.
