Sofia: My pussy's wet just thinking about it
"Gross, are you guys sextingagain?"
I immediately slapped my phone against my chest, glaring at Ryan. He opened his mouth and pretended to gag.
"Hey, no sex talk about my cousin, please," Barron called out from the front as he maneuvered his car through the busy downtown streets of Philadelphia. "It was bad enough hearing you two go at two nights in a row."
I gasped before I kicked Barron's seat in a huff. Okay, so the basement wasn't exactly soundproof either. As cute as those cabins were, I was starting to see the downside. Apparently, it was annoyingly difficult to have clandestine sex when other people were in the house. Lesson learned.
"Hotel's about five minutes away," Barron announced. "You can hold off for that long, can't you?"
I met Barron's amused stare in the rearview mirror and promptly flipped him the bird.
Just because Simon and I texted multiple times a day and had daily FaceTime dinners or lunches, suddenly, we're the butt of the joke.
Did I make a snarky comment when Barr and Eden did the long-distance thing, and I had to put up with Barron moping around and asking me for advice on what jewelry he should get her?
Okay, yes, I did call him a desperado and maybe told him to grow a pair when he kept changing his mind about whether it was too forward of him to surprise her with a visit. But still...!
I stared out the window, focusing on the moving scenery from the familiar Philly downtown skyline.
We were in town for Barron and Eden's official bachelorette and bachelor party.
And these two were so co-dependent that they wanted a joint celebration.
Although, if it were up to the happy couple, there would be no party. That was where a little Sofia and Ryan nagging came in handy. One big blowout before they tied their lives together permanently.
We booked rooms at the Sofitel and planned to drive back to New Haven tomorrow.
"How are things between you two anyway?" Eden turned her head from the front passenger seat to ask. "Still keeping it casual?"
I gave her a small smile. "Yeah, we're having fun."
Understatement of the year.
Since our conversation on our last night at the cabin, Simon and I had been seeing each other for the last two months.
If we weren't texting each other, we were FaceTiming.
He'd visited New Haven a few times, and I visited him in Helensville once.
Dating Simon was eye-opening. The more I got to know him, the more I noticed all the layers he had hidden.
Sure, he was arrogant, he still put his foot in his mouth about specific topics, and he caredwaytoo much about wearing labeled clothing.
But he was also incredibly smart, a hard worker who cared deeply about his clients, and a generous, friendly neighbor.
Francine raved about him to me when she invited us around for dinner. Apparently, as soon as he realized that her husband was incapacitated, Simon didn't hesitate in taking over his duties, mowing her lawn every two weeks and trimming her hedges.
He had also advised her on investments and how to handle her money since she was taking over the finances. He even roped his dad into helping with their will, pro bono.
And as a...sort of boyfriend...I had no complaints. He communicated. He asked about my day as much as he spoke about his. He listened. He did sweet things like having food delivered to the school if I was working late. He took me on regular hikes to find new locations and sceneries to draw and paint. He was also starting to become more confident in sharing his artistic talent to the world. Well, his Instagram followers, anyway.
Oh, and he was still dynamite when it came to extracting pleasure from me. One of the reasons I was so excited about tonight.
"Have you...youknow," Ryan asked, drawing my attention away.
I blushed before shaking my head.
