Page 194 of The Wright Man

She kissed my neck as I carried her to the couch, her lips lingering a second too long to be innocent. I was quickly finding that the constant hum of want between us never really went away—it just softened in moments like this. Domestic. Familiar. Safe.

She bounced when I set her down on the couch, giggling as she flopped back dramatically like a drunk little starfish. I laughed, shaking my head, then started unpacking the takeout bag on the coffee table, carefully setting boxes out on top of the penis confetti.

Sweet chili wings, spicy pad kee mao, crispy spring rolls, pad thai.

"You gonna be awake long enough to eat?"

"Only if you feed me," she mumbled from the cushions, grinning at me like she was dead serious.

I shook my head, still smiling as I fixed our plates.

Damn, I was gone for this woman.

I set her plate down on the coffee table in front of her and was about to say something slick when Angelica let out the kind of moan that made my pulse skip.

"Mmmm," she hummed, stretching like a cat in heat, arms above her head, back arching, my damn shirt rising up her thick thighs like it had somewhere better to be. "You got Thai food."

"I did," I said, clearing my throat and forcing myself to blink. "Eat, love."

She looked up at me all gooey-eyed and grinning, then picked up a spring roll and bit into it with a satisfied little groan. I sat beside her and peeled off my hoodie, the cotton damp from carrying her around and laughing too hard.

As soon as I tugged it over my head, I caught her watching me, eyes traveling the length of my compression tank like I was her favorite episode of Insecure.

"You good?" I asked, mouth twitching as I popped open the lid on my Pad Thai.

She didn't even blink. "I wrote about you in my diary, you know."

That made me pause mid-noodle.

Angelica pointed her spring roll at me like it was a mic. "The first time I saw you shirtless after you hit puberty? I clenched my jaw so hard from thirsting, I cracked my retainer."

I almost choked. "Yo." I laughed into my food. "You had a whole orthodontic emergency 'cause I had abs?"

"You knew what you were doing," she mumbled around another bite.

"I was probably tryna dry off from football practice."

"And you were glistening like a caramel Adonis," she sighed, eyes closing dramatically. "It was too much for a teenage girl with big feelings and weak knees."

"Okay, since you're in a confessional mood," I smirked, "you got any more embarrassing shit you wanna admit before you sober up and deny everything?"

Angelica tapped her chin, chewing thoughtfully. "Mmm. Yeah. That one time in tenth grade when I accidentally walked in on you toweling off in the bathroom? That was the first time I ever saw a penis."

I blinked. "Seriously?"

"Even though it was only like a second," she added quickly. "But still. First one."

"Well damn," I muttered, setting my fork down. "Glad I made a good impression."

"Oh, you did," she assured, reaching for her noodles. "That image stayed in the vault."

I laughed so hard my chest hurt. "You're ridiculous."

She grinned. "Also... I used to hold your hand in the hallways at school so other girls wouldn't try to flirt with you."

I raised a brow. "You ran interference?"

"Strategic interference," she said, pointing her chopsticks at me. "You were the broody fine boy who only talked to me, and I wasn't about to let Shaniqua-with-the-baby-hairs try to shoot her shot."