Is he facing me now? Or facing away from me? Or did he start on his side, and now he’s on his back? I don’t think he’s on his stomach. Getting on your stomach takes far more effort.
Something lands on the bed, and I spin and bolt up with a shriek. “Off, raccoon!”
Peggy yowls at my feet, then yowls again, like she’s sayingget a grip, crazy lady.
Fuck.
Just fuck.
“Sloane?” Davis says softly.
“Bad dream.”
“You weren’t sleeping.”
I make ayou weren’t sleeping eitherface at him in the darkness, and I feel him smile.
I don’t want him tosmileat me.
I want him to pull me into his arms and kiss me and make love to me where we both come at the same time with his penis in my vagina, which will make magic fireworks explode and show me thatthis time, I’ve found someone who’s not a problem who wants to date me for real.
But that’s exactly the problem.
Every time I thinkthis one will be different, they’re not.
But what if he really is different, and I don’t give him a chance?
I snort softly to myself and flop back onto the bed.
Great theory.
Except he doesn’t date either.
He probably does have sex even if he doesn’t date.
And he probably comes early every single time.
And that’s probably why he doesn’t date.
It’s very kind of him to give orgasms with his hands and mouth though. Very thoughtful.
Also very unusual in my experience.
Must be something wrong with you, one of my boyfriends said once.
Female orgasms are a myth, another said.
If you wanted it hard enough, you’d work for it like I do, a third told me.
But not Davis.
Davis asked me to show him what I like. He made it his mission to make me come.
So does that mean he’s a good guy, or does that mean he knows how to use sex to manipulate me?
You know he’s a good guy, my brain whispers.
“Sloane,” he says again.
