“Zach!” I shriek before cascading into laughter.
Of course he’d make this funny.
IT’S ZACH.
Just like I should have known he’d make it good for me…
It’s probably why I’m thinking of going back for seconds.
“What?! I only speak the truth!”
I huff out a final laugh that I know has to tickle him because he shivers. “Okay. A secret for a secret.”
“You make me feel like I’m thirteen again.”
I hoot. “Not my fault you come fast.”
“You can stroke my ego now that you’re my girlfriend, D. The world won’t come to an end if you’re nice to me.”
“You like me mean,” is all I tell him, even though my heart is in free fall becausedid he just call me his girlfriend?
Is this what hyperventilating feels like?!
I thought guys were the ones who hated labels!
“I like you fifty shades of Denny.”
Because thatwasa pretty sweet thing to say, I comment, “Not as fifty shades as your fingers. Good thing I didn’t use your fingering hand, huh?”
Snorting, he studies his smeared nails. “Yeah, the polish went all over our clothes.”
“I’ll get you the remover later while you, mister, clean up the cum stain on the couch.”
“How do you know there’s a stain?”
“I know, all right. I’ve held a hockey stick to Pecan’s head while he cleaned his up. Boys… project.”
Snickering, he kisses my temple. “Fine. I’ll clean it.”
“Good.”
“Your wet spot too.”
“Zach!”
Outright cackling, he prompts, “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“A secret for a secret!”
“I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Can confirm you’re not.”
Because he sounds smug again, I pull on his ear.
Hey, it worked earlier.
