Page 122 of Ruin the Friendship


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“I would hope not, but that little weasel doesn’t give up.”

I blink. “Did you just call my ex a weasel?”

He shrugs. “The shoe fits. Sorry not sorry. And don’t defend him.”

“I wasn’t,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “You’re the one who saw how he was acting at the bachelor party. You get to call him what you want.”

“Actually, I don’t want to call him anything. I don’t want to think about him at all.”

“And what do you wanna think about?”

“You.” He says it in the same way he had when he was at my door picking me up for this cruise.

Relief hits me. We’d gained distance at dinner, but he seems willing to let go of it now.

That’s exactly what I need.

“I think I can work with that,” I say. “Up for sharing the bed again? Or do I need to prepare for a night on the couch?”

“I swear, if you go for that couch, I will drag you across this room again.”

A laugh escapes me. “As much as I would love to fight you, I was kidding. There’s nowhere else I’m sleeping.”

“Good,” he says. “Now get over here, berry.”

I don’t even think twice as I lie next to him on the bed. He doesn’t hesitate to pull me in closer.

My worries evaporate as his lips brush my neck. I know that this is where I’m meant to be.

“I believe you wanted a round two.” I can feel his breath against my sensitive skin and it’s all I can think about.

“Can you deliver now?”

“Oh, I definitely can. Roll over. There’s something I’ve been dying to do.”

I have no idea what he could be referring to, but I do what he asks anyway. I’m on my back when he kisses me once, and then he goes downward.

All at once, I tense.

He sees it immediately.

Nate is at my lower belly when he looks up with a silent question. My cheeks burn.

“Uh, remember what I said about things taking a while?” I ask. “That definitely goes for what you’re offering.”

He raises an eyebrow. “And?”

“AndI’m sure you don’t want to be down there that long.”

“Let’s just get one thing out of the way. Would you enjoy me going down on you?”

My face gets even hotter. “Nate,” I hiss.

“What? Communication is key here. So, answer the question.”

I don’t even think I talked about sex this much with Rob, and I was with him for a decade. I mostly went along with what he wanted.

But Nate asked me something, and even if it’s awkward, I know I need to answer.