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Wren’s answering smile makes me breathless, but it falls away almost immediately. “I really should have left that note.”
“I wish you had, but I’m not mad. I mean, I was until I realized what happened, but after that, I just felt like an idiot. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
“I’m not mad either. I don’t think I ever was. Mostly I just felt stupid and helpless, and… super into you.” Wren flicks his gaze up to me.
Those eyes hit me like a punch, and I have to take a moment to recover before saying, “Does that mean you’re still my boyfriend?”
Wren steps into my space. “Oh my god, yes,please.”
“Thank god,” I whisper, leaning down slowly, wanting to give him a chance to object before I kiss him. Wren goes up on his toes and meets me, wrapping his arms around my neck, and I take that as all systems go.
We’ve got more to say, I’m sure, but being Wren’s boyfriend means I have time to say everything I need to.
I grab Wren’s waist and lift, and he wraps his legs around me like we’d choreographed it. The scaffolding is too rickety to put Wren on, so I hold him up with my hands, squeezing his sweet, perfect little ass while I get reacquainted with his mouth.
When I come up for air, I say, “One day is too long to go without kissing you.”
Wren pulls me back in, humming in agreement.
I take us toward the wall behind us, planning to see how far Wren will let me go considering we only have a curtain between us and his adoring fans, when I spot a familiar sticker on it.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
How the hell were Shay or Mel able to work so fast? There’s no way either of them could have found someone, seduced them, and fucked them in the time it took for me and Wren to get here.
I squint and look closer. “Thank god, it’s one of the ones from last week.”
“Huh?” Wren’s hazy eyes and body language are saying,why the fuck did you stop kissing me?
“I can’t do this here,” I say. I absolutely donotwant to fuck Wren somewhere Mel or Shay scored during their little contest.
“Oh.” Wren’s eyes clear a little, and suddenly he looks mortified. “I’m so sorry! I got carried away.”
“No! Please get carried away any time you want, it’s just…” I unhitch Wren’s legs from around me and set him on his feet. “Mel and Shay are both massive fans of semipublic sex, right?”
Wren nods like he's known them for years and is well aware of their quirks. But seriously, you only need to know those two for five minutes before realizing they are DTF any day, all day long. The only people they haven't done or tried to do is each other, and I swear to you the day they realize that will be the day before they get married and live happily ever after.
“Anyway, they have this thing, sort of like a contest, where they try and find the most random or interesting place to hook up with someone. Any time one of them manages it, they slap a sticker of The Rock in the place they did it.”
“I can definitely see them doing that, but why The Rock?”
“Shay had a magazine on him the first time it happened, and he tore off the cover and stuck it to the wall with a piece of gum. After that, they both just ran with it.”
“Classy.” Wren gets a kittenish smile on his face and looks up at me. We both stick out our pinky fingers and tap them together.
Holy fucking wow, I am so in love with Wren.
“Even though this is one of last week's stickers, I still don't want to rely on someone having done a deep clean here since then, do you?” I ask. I mean, I will absolutely bang Wren here and now if he wants me to, but it's not my first choice. Or my second. Or my tenth.
Wren throws his hands up, palms out. “I’m all set, thanks. I feel confident in our ability to find somewhere that your friends haven't banged.”
“Thank you.” I was hoping he’d feel that way. Can you imagine if Mel and Shay found out we’d banged here? Then they’ll claim I took part in their contest, and they’ll never let it go.
“You know what? We should get our own stickers! How do you feel about ducks? I have a ton of duck stickers for somereason, and autocorrect seems to think it’s the same as the word fuck, so we could slap up a duck every time we?—”
I slam my mouth down on his because forget what I just said. This is the best goddamned idea ever. “I love you. I so fucking love you,” I say against his mouth and then go back to kissing Wren breathless.
Wren starts smacking my chest to get me to move back way too soon for my liking, but I stop anyway. “We’re still not fucking here. And I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you first, so it’s not fair for you to say it first.”
