Page 81 of Lessons in Faking
“I think—” But before I could finish my sentence, he reached where I needed him most, and I cut myself off with another moan. And he kept finding that spot over, and over, and over again until I felt ready to combust.
“What is it?” he whispered, not altering his pace now that he knew I was close. “Talk to me.”
Between heavy breaths I forced out, “I’m—oh God—”
He buried his face in my neck. “Sorry, just me.”
My face contorted into a laugh, and a moan, and the edge of relief. “I’m gonna—”
My orgasm flooded through me somewhat unexpectedly, twitching and pulsing underneath him enough to get him to his own.
Peppering my skin with kisses, he rolled onto the other side of his bed. I shuddered with every touch, still panting.
For a moment, we were quiet.
“Bad enough?” The amusement in his voice was masked by his still ragged breathing. We both kept our gazes locked on the ceiling, and my eyes narrowed, even though I wasn’t looking at him.
“Awful.”
“Yeah?” The shuffling sound from beside me indicated he’d turned his head toward me, and I mirrored his gesture, just happy I hadn’t been first. I found a smile and messy hair: a deadly combination. Just as deadly as the fact that it hadn’t been bad enough. In fact, it hadn’t been bad at all.
“Just terrible,” I insisted, watching his lip twitch with a laugh he was desperately trying to hold back. “So bad, I can’t even put it into words—” I shrieked. Propped up against his headboard, Dylan pulled me on top of him, hands curling around my hips to steady me.
“Good,” he said, pressing a short, casual kiss to my lips. “Never again, then?”
“Well... maybe once or twice.”
“Once or twice?” he confirmed.
I rolled my eyes playfully, as if it hadn’t been my idea in the first place. “If youinsist.”
“All right.” He placed another kiss onto my lips, short and sweet. “Once or twice it is.” And another one. This one longer as he turned us onto our sides, guiding us into the position we’d eventually fall asleep in.
Involuntarily.
Because if this was as casual and physical-only as I had wanted it to be, I should’ve left. Really, I should’ve broken up with him before I’d even gotten myself into this mess. Because there was absolutely nothing casual about short kisses and falling asleep next to each other.
Chapter 34
However, there was something very casual about waking up in an empty bed the morning after. Nothing saidthis isn’t a serious relationshiplike reaching for the person that’s supposed to be lying next to you, only to find their spot cold and empty.
I should have been ecstatic about it. Better to find out Dylan had changed his mind about me now than after I’d replayed that thing he did with his fingers or the way he’d moaned my name when he came.
Why wasn’t I ecstatic about this?
Turning with a grumble, I opened my eyes to the empty side of his bed. The covers were neatly pulled back, the imprint of his head still on the pillow. That’s when I noticed the hot pink sticky note stuck to the headboard, and my stomach twisted.
Sticky notes don’t say casual to me, my physical-only side complained.
Sticky notes don’t say casual to me!my why-wasn’t-I-ecstatic-about-this side cheered.
I got up embarrassingly quickly, then ripped the pink paper off the headboard.
Had to leave for Harvard game. By the time you’re up, I’ll probably be done. Text me. We can go celebrate.
In the corner, he’d drawn a rose identical to the ones he’d been terrorizing me with just weeks ago.Fuck just physical.According to the huge smile on my face, one side had won so long ago that denial had become my trusted companion.
I let that admission simmer for a moment. Took a deep breath in and out. Thought about it. Thought about him. Thought about him some more. Took a deeper breath and scrambled out of his bed, away from his smell entangled in the sheets.
