“Damn. If I’d known all it’d take is a glimpse of my super body for you to fall in love with me…”
Did I really just say that? I’m about to take it all back, when Lois jumps in.
“I was in love with youwaybefore that, Captain Super Oblivious. That’s why it hurt so bad.”
I’ve been so damn blind. In that moment, I make myself a promise: I’m going to make it up to her—starting today, and every day after.
Her eyes meet mine.
“So? You going to help me with these tights, or what?”
Before she has time to finish, I’m lunging for her, slipping two fingers under her waistband, pulling her closer.
“Listen carefully, Lois. Since sex is all you seem to have in mind tonight, I’ll give you that ending you want,” I whisper, pressing my mouth to her ear. “I’m going to make you come exactly three times. You’regoing to scream my name every damn time. And once you’ve earned it like the good girl you are”—I pause just long enough to let the words sink in—“maybe then we’ll go back to the cheesy one-liners.”
She bites her lip, pupils dilated. “That three times a week—or just tonight?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I smirk. “Let’s see how long you last before you’re moaning that you’re mine.”
I yank her tights down to her ankles, then trail my hands up her back, fingers hunting for the zipper of her dress.
“You’re real quiet,” I say, pausing. “This still too romantic for you?”
“Oh, shut up!” She shimmies off her dress and jumps back on me, grabbing a fistful of my hair to pull me down into the bed with her. She kisses me deep and slow—easily the best damn kiss of my life—before suddenly pulling back.
She gestures between us. “I need to know—is this for real?”
“You read the screenplay.” I frown. “Do you really need to ask?”
“No. But I really want to hear you say it.”
I take a deep breath in. “Welcome to life in the fast lane, Lois—I’m crazy about you.”
She smiles. “Great. Then we can wrap things up.”
I gaze down at her. “I feel like I’m a bad influence on you.”
“Is that a problem?”
“Fuck, no!”
WHEN WE FINALLY MAKE ITback to the party—about a thousand years later—Lois beelines for the buffet, and I crack up watching her glare at the guy blocking her path to the pizzas. I’m still watching her when I suddenly feel myself surrounded by my best friends.
“That T-shirt? Definitely not giving,” Lewis says, shaking his head. “An absolute freaking disgrace, dude.”
I smile. I still can’t take my eyes off Lois.
“Oh God,” he sighs. “It’s official—Lane has unlocked obsessed-boyfriend mode.”
“Relax. He’s literally just checking out her ass,” Carter clarifies.
“Maybe he’s just really into piñatas?” suggests Don.
Lewis screeches. “Donotbring that up! I’m so triggered right now.”
“I think it’s a pretty good piñata,” Adam says, dodging a kick.
“Looks like your screenplay did the trick.” Carter smiles. “You switching to rom-coms now?”
