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I want to tell her she’s the only person I’ve ever wanted to do right by. That she’s the only one right now I’d actually make an effort to keep. But I don’t.
I don’t know how to say any of that without sounding like I’ve gone soft. So I don’t say anything at all.
I just stare at her, hoping she can see it. Hoping it’s in my eyes-the ache, the want. “Tell me something crazy that’s happened to you,” I say. My hand slides into her hair, caressing her scalp.
“Recently or before?”
“Just anything.”
She exhales.
“My mom’s pregnant.”
I laugh. “I didn’t say you should fabricate stories.”
“It’s true. Jade told me. Right after delivering a beautiful check from you. Thank you, by
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“Did you get the flowers?”
“Trashed them. I was mad at you.”
“You’re always mad at me. At least you took the check.”
“I’d never say no to money.”
“My personal gold digger. What more could I ask for?”
“If I were a gold digger, I’d have asked for a Lamborghini.”
“What color?”
“Fuck off, Knox.”
She pushes the covers off and stands.
“Going somewhere?” I ask.
“I have to dispose of my unfinished dinner and remove shards of glass from my living room. I’ll be back. But don’t get any ideas. I’m only sharing this bed because there’s just one. I’m putting a pillow between us-single people on one side, married people on the other.”
I smirk. “I promise not to ravage you in your sleep.”
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Sloane rolls her eyes but with a smile on her face, and then she disappears into the living room.
I stay there, thinking about the things she said, about her mom being pregnant. When I try to picture the woman I saw at the barbecue with a protruded stomach, I end up seeing Sloane’s face instead. Weird. They don’t even look that much alike. Those are some of the things your brain does when you’re exhausted.
I hear Sloane in the living room, moving around. She hums as she works, not a melody I recognize, just an off-key tune that makes me smile.
A few minutes later, she enters the bedroom and heads straight to the bathroom. The faucet runs. Cabinet doors creak open, then shut. The sound of her toothbrush buzzing fills the quiet. Water splashes. The lights go off. Then she’s back in the room, smelling like peppermint and whatever lotion she uses that always makes me think of vanilla and something green.
She grabs a book off her dresser, one with a torn, faded cover. She keeps it tucked close to her chest as she walks around to her side of the bed.
Without a word, she grabs one of the throw pillows from the headboard, sets it right in the middle of the mattress like some kind of wall, then climbs into bed. Her knee brushes mine, and she pulls away quickly.
“I see you’ve set the boundary,” I say, eyeing the pillow wall she’s placed neatly down the center of the bed.
“Uh-huh.”
She opens the book to a marked page and starts reading under the glow of the bedside lamp, chewing her bottom lip in focus. I know I should turn away. Let her be. Sleep.
But I can’t.
“What’s that?” I ask.
She doesn’t look up. “A book.”
“What’s it about?”
“Aliens that disguise themselves as furniture to observe human mating patterns.”
“Why would they want to do that?”
She glances at me. “Aren’t you aware that humans have the best sex amongst species?
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“Hm.” I rest an arm behind my head. “I wonder what kind of furniture they pretend to be. Chairs? Dressers?”. Inside You
“Mostly beds.”
“Smart aliens.”
She hums, flipping a page. “They’vibrate when aroused.”
I turn my head to look at her more fully. “Seriously?”
She keeps reading, dead serious. “I don’t joke about what I read.”
“Right. So let me get this straight. You’re lying beside me, in bed, reading a book about horny alien furniture?”
“Do you have a problem with that??”
“Why would I?” I say. “I’m just surprised. One would think you read hardcore sci-fi, but all the while, you’re into alien porn.”
“It’s not porn.”
“Isn’t it? Vibrating when they are aroused? Jesus. Next thing you’re going to say is the bed gets an erection.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head, and goes back to her book. That smile? A win, if ever there was one.
I’m tempted to disturb her further, but my body’s demanding rest. Sleep’s been riding me hard the past few days, and now that I’m here, it’s like my whole system is collapsing.
My eyelids start to lose the battle. The room blurs at the edges. My breathing evens out. I’m almost under when I feel it, soft lips brushing my cheek, followed by the quietest whisper.
“Goodnight, Knox.”
I want to open my eyes. Want to look at her, pull her close, say it back. But my limbs are lead. I drift off.
I wake to someone’s skin on mine.
Sloane is half on top of me, one leg draped over mine. Her arm lies across my stomach, and her cheek rests on my chest, breath fanning my neck.
She’s naked.
Completely naked.
My cock stirs under the sheet like it’s been waiting for this exact moment.
I study her face, trying to see if she’s pretending to be asleep. If she is, she’s damn good at it.
Gently, I shift her off me, detangling limb by limb. I push the covers down until I can Inside Your see all of her. Every inch.
She’s perfect. Soft curves and beautiful skin. I drag a finger across her slightly open lips. They part further. Then I trace down her neck and across her chest, circling one nipple.
It pebbles under my touch just before I lower myself and take it into my mouth.
She moans.
I swirl my tongue around it, suck just enough to feel her breath hitch. Her body shifts beneath me, the kind that’s not quite waking but isn’t sleep either. A murmur rises from her throat.
I pull back for a breath and let my lips slip away with a quiet pop.
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