“Poor old guy,” Wren finally goes on, giving me a small smile. “I guess we’re confusing him, since friends don’t…” She trails off.
Friends don’t have sex.
I shrug. “Maybe they can.” It’s out before I can stop it.
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“They can…as long as…there are rules in place.”
What am I saying?
I find myself leaning forward just a little, my eyes on her. I’m looking for a reaction. Any kind of reaction.
She pulls in a breath, her chest expanding. She holds it in for a beat, looking down at the floor. Then she licks her lips. She’s going to tell me I’m full of it. I almost hope she does.
I hold my breath.
“What kind of rules?” she eventually says.
I give an internal sigh. She didn’t shoot me down…not exactly. I shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s too late to take it back now.
“No kissing,” I say. “That’s a slippery slope to disaster.”
“We broke that one earlier today,” she points out.
“It doesn’t count,” I tell her. “It was in the heat of the moment. It wasn’t kissy-kissy bullshit. It was kiss-fucking.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “Is that even a thing?”
“Yes.” I snort.
“Okay. What else?”
“No sleeping in the same bed.” I hold up a hand before she can say anything. “And before you point it out, I wasn’t in your bed for long the other night. And I didn’t sleep at all. It doesn’t count.”
She laughs. “I wasn’t going to say anything about that.” She turns serious. “I guess the most important rule would be that there can be no feelings involved. It’s just sex.”
“Exactly.” I push off from the counter. “Would that be a problem for you?”
“Are we going to have sex again then?” She cocks her head, scrutinizing me.
“I think we should.”
It’s a fucking terrible idea.
“There are a couple of things we haven’t tried. Things I think you might like,” I tell her. I’m trying to talk her into it. I’m an asshole. It’s official.
“Oh, really?” She lifts a brow.
“Really.” I nod.
“Would it just be the one time…or multiple times?” she asks.
I lift my eyes in thought. I should tell her just one time…one last time, but I don’t. I’m a prick.
“Maybe while we’re here. When things get back to normal, and we sort this whole mess out, we stop.”
She makes a sound like she’s thinking it over, her gaze on the far wall. Then she chews on her lip, looking at her foot.
