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Harvey: Congratulations
Dylan: He’s deep in there as we speak
Chapter 35
Amber: He’s in the shower right now so don’t text back, but omg, Riley, we had sex twice and it was the best sex I’ve ever had. He’s so hot and knows exactly what to do. But don’t worry, this weekend is mine and next weekend is yours. I’ll call you later.
Riley: OMG I can’t wait to hear all about it!
“What do you want for dinner?” Matt asks as he rounds the corner, his dick swinging between his legs.
“Jesus,” I say, covering my mouth.
He stands still, brushing his teeth, as I stare at his dick. “What?”
“I left the robe for you in the bathroom.”
“Oh,” he says, walking back into the bathroom.
“I need to shower too. There’s this thing on my back drying out my skin and itching me.”
Matt walks out with the robe on. “I’ll be out here waiting for you.”
“Find us a good place for dinner.”
“I was thinking of the restaurant downstairs.”
I shrug. “Yeah, sure. Lunch was good.”
I step into the shower, using the hotel’s soaps. My hair feels like a wet mop, but it’ll have to do until I get home.
When I walk back out in the robe, Matt is sitting at the headboard.
“How about room service?” he says. They can deliver food up here.
I smile. “I can’t think of anything more perfect than that.”
“Okay,” he says, grabbing the menu for me. “As soon as you figure out what you want, I’ll place the order.”
I sit in the bed next to him, and he pulls me into him. One thing that I’ve noticed since making this official is that Matt has no problem showing me affection. He’s gentle and caring with how he caresses me. He has no hesitation in showing me how much he wants me, or in how much he cares for me. I haven’t had affection like this ever in my life, and I always thought that I’d hate it. But I didn’t know that when it’s with the right person, I would eat up every second of it. I lean my head on him, thinking about how much I love this.
He places the food order and then we are watching funny memes on social media. Lucky for him, I have an entire saved album of my favorites.
I laugh at the ones he shows me and then I’m showing him a longer video when a notification pops up at the top. I try to swipe it away, but his eyes are too fast.
“What was that?” he asks, sitting back to get a better look at me.
Shit, it was my anonymous TikTok account. I’m dying on the inside.
“What?” I try to play it off.
He sits up. “That was you spamming the Honey Badger account?”
I blush. Shit. I’ve been caught.
He reaches for my phone, but I pull away. He doesn’t care because he’s taller, so he lays on me and grabs my phone.
“That’s not fair,” I laugh.
