Like this is all that matters.
The tight, hot release.
Wrapped up in each other.
Every cell in my body is glowing. I wonder if this is what the sun feels like. I could light the night sky with the power of the sensations rocking through me right now.
And in the midst of it all, there’s something else.
Peace.
Jonas heaves out one last breath and collapses on top of me while the last of my orgasm is still tapering off.
I don’t know where I find the strength, but I loop one leg around his hips and hold him there. “More soon,” I murmur.
He huffs a laugh into the crook of my neck, one hand curling into my hair.
And he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t have to.
The soft press of his lips to my collarbone says it all.
We’re friends.
Neither of us has more in us than that.
But for as long as we’re both here, we aredefinitelyaddingbenefitsto the list of our adventures.
He doesn’t say it.
I don’t say it.
But I can feel it as solidly as I can feel his body against mine.
We’re friends.
He’s the best friend I could’ve asked for this week.
And the thought has me smiling as I drift off to sleep beneath him.
8
Emma
I sleptwith Jonas last nightis the first thing in my head as I slowly come to awareness with the light of dawn.
No, notslept with.
We had sex. We had fun, flirty, friendly sex.
Three times. Four, if you count him getting me off with his fingers.
And as I gradually blink my eyes open, I don’t know which part of last night is hitting me harder.
You’ve moved on and slept with someone new after Chandler. This was a good step.
Or there’s that other thing.
Oh my god, I slept with Jonas Rutherford.
