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My ovaries swooned. Damn, it was too bad I was spotting. I’d drag him right to bed and cash in on this friends-with-benefits deal if I wasn’t.

I put an arm across the door and fought the urge to smile, pressing my lips into a line. “My smoke alarm is fine.”

“Can I have the dog?”

I scoffed. “Why the fuck would I give you my dog?”

“So I won’t be lonely.” He gave me a mock sad face.

“Well then I’ll be lonely.”

“You can solve everyone’s problems by just letting me in. If you turn me away, I’m just going to come back doing the naked man,” he said seriously.

I snorted. Heaven help me if he came back with the naked man. I was in no way strong enough to turn away a naked Josh.

“I’m spotting.” I reminded him, hoping that would shut him down.

Tyler wouldn’t come near me with a ten-foot pole if I was bleeding. I’d had to be pretty creative to keep our sex life satisfying when his leaves fell within my three-week-period window.

His eyebrows shot up. “Spotting only?”

“Yeah.”

He crashed into me, arms around my waist, lips right into my neck. “I don’t care about spotting,” he whispered, kissing under my ear.

His sudden proximity knocked the emotional wind out of me. “I care,” I breathed, hands on his chest.

Do I? I do, right?

“Well, stop,” he said huskily, smiling into my neck.

He backed me into the bed, his strong arm guiding me down. When he slid over me, I was hypnotized. Rendered completely helpless.

And he wasn’t lying about the spotting.

He really didn’t care.

* * *

I woke up the next morning naked with my cheek stuck to Josh’s bare chest. I lay there for a moment, the light cracking through my blinds, listening to the sound of his steady heart beating.

I wanted to give myself another few moments of happiness before I had to kick him out of my bed and pretend I didn’t care whether he was there or not.

He stirred and I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep. His body shifted like he was looking down on me, and I heard his heart pick up a little. I knew if I looked up, he would smile and I could kiss him good morning.

But I wouldn’t. Because that’s not what fuck buddies do.

Lips gently touched the top of my head, and his arms tightened around me. It was sweet and tender.

And a bad sign.

He said he could handle this, that the sex-only thing was okay for him. But I’d have to keep an eye on him, end it if I thought he was getting too attached.

My stomach growled. I wondered what time it was. There was a cafe that—

I bolted upright. “What day is it?” I looked desperately for my phone.

Josh propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me, his hair messy. “March eighth. Tuesday. Why?”