“And you said ‘Do you want to have sex with me?’”
Fucking Dev.
“I mean, kind of? We chatted first, obviously, and I invited him in. Then I asked.”
“Hell yeah, get it girl,” she says, holding up her hand for a high five.
I ignore her hand. “Why are you like this?” I mutter.
She laughs and eats more ice cream. “So what’s his name? Are you going to see him again?”
I feel my blush take over and curse my complexion for making me so transparent.
“I…may have seen him again already. A few times. We kind of agreed to be fuck buddies. But it’s new and I don’t know if I’m ready to share more yet,” I tell her with an apologetic look.
Her face sobers and she gives me a smile. “Understood,” she says with a subtle nod. “You’ll talk to me when you’re ready?”
“Of course,” I promise. I look at the door and back to our ice cream.
“He’s coming over tonight, isn’t he?” Dev’s smile grows but maintains that soft edge that promises she gets my hesitance and won’t push.
“Mayb—” My voice is cut off by a knock at my door. I drop my spoon and look from Dev to the door and back.
Shit, he’s early.
My wide eyes must betray my panic, because Dev squeezes my hand before dropping her bowl in the sink. She quickly grabs her jacket and gloves and walks back over to me. “I’ll be cool, promise. Sorry for inviting myself over,” she says as she gives me a fast, tight hug.
I force my body to unfreeze and squeeze her back, releasing her and then walking to the door. I check the peephole to be sure and feel my breath catch at Matt’s appearance.
His hair is wet and face flushed, black sweatshirt matching his black backward hat and black shorts.
He looks edible.
And I think I know Matt’s favorite color. Also, how the hell did he get through the building door again?
I open the door and offer an apologetic look. His smile falters at that and then freezes when he presumably sees Dev. I turn to look at her and her mouth is hanging wide open.
Way to play it cool.Dev’s a true Minnesotan, so she likely knows who he is. Or maybe she’s stunned at how hot he is. Either feels feasible.
Thankfully she recovers, giving Matt a polite smile. “Hi, sorry, I’m just heading out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Ellie?” she asks, looking over to me.
“Yeah, of course,” I tell her on a nod. “Text when you get home?”
She nods back at me and smiles again at Matt, who turns sideways to let her pass by out the door, returning her polite smile.
He faces me and raises both eyebrows. I sigh and turn around to put the ice cream away, Matt’s low chuckle clear behind me as he follows and shuts the door.
Dev is going to have so many questions.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ELLIE
“It’s not that funny,”Matt grumbles from where his head is resting on my stomach. My stomach which is shaking with laughter. “What’s your next question?”
I just discovered Matt’s full name is Matthew Benjamin Anderson, making his initials MBA. It’snotthat funny, obviously, but for some reason it’s making me giggle. Matt didn’t even go to college.
I try to get my laughter under control, running my fingers through his hair. Not too long ago I had one hand firmly gripping the short, inky strands, the other on my headboard as I rode his face. Yep, Matt asked me to sit on his face tonight and now I can officially say each hookup has been hotter than the last. Thinking about his large hands clamped around my hips, holding me down, makes my abs clench. He literally had me grinding myself against his tongue. A slight shudder passes through me, causing Matt to lift his head and look at me.
