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Her hum turned to a soft giggle, and I’d never been more grateful for the thin material of my shorts.

“If I could, I’d sell my own bed,” she murmured. “Why bother with all that memory foam when you’re so soft and delicious?”

She dragged the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip and I sucked on it, sending a lovely little shiver through her body.

“You don’t have to go that far.” I snickered. “Just… stay here and watch some shitty TV shows with me.”

“I would,” she breathed. “I am, and I plan on staying right here for the foreseeable future.”

We kissed slowly, giggles intermingling with low moans, our hands roaming freely because we could.

There was no rush, no end goal.

The heat in my gut simmered, my hips rocking forward over the tightness of her thigh.

Slow, lazy.

Perfect.

“We should order food,” I mumbled, minutes later. Maybe hours. I didn’t care.

Hayden’s hands roamed beneath my shirt, her nails trailing along my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re not gonna let me treat you to some fantastic snacks a la Hayden?”

“After you refused to explain why your address is on the fire department’s shortcut list,” I teased. “I’d rather we just get pizza.”

“As you wish.” She chuckled. She hitched up her knee, her thigh burning against my core.

I sat up, wriggling my hips to find the perfect spot-

“Ah, fuck,” I sighed, a smirk tugging on my lips. The angle of my hips allowed her vagina to rub against mine, the rush of heat suddenly sweltering and yet not enough.

“Does food really excite you that much?” Hayden joked, her brows tugging together on a particularly slow grind.

“You do,” I murmured, rolling my hips forward again. “All the time.”

“Ditto,” she breathed, her fingers tugging at my shorts. “Off, take ‘em off.”

We wriggled our way out of our clothes, hushed, excited giggles filling the room as one episode ended and another began.

The moment I was out of my shorts, Hayden grabbed my hips, crushing her lips to mine and resuming our position on the couch. Her leg hooked around my hip, her back bowing with each circle of my hips over hers.

We were messy and uncoordinated, no rhythm or rhyme to our movements.

I only cared that her hands scrabbled for purchase on my own as we both tipped over the edge, our breaths mingling as pleasure hummed through our sweaty bodies.

“Now,” Hayden panted, licking her lips and squeezing her eyes shut, “we definitely need that pizza.”

I huffed a laugh, kissing her hard before dropping my head onto her heaving chest.

The scene on the TV echoed dully while we caught our breath, Hayden’s fingers drawing little shapes on my bare back for a few sweet moments.

“Frankie,” she said finally, her voice a little rough, “I need to tell you something.”

Her heart thudded against my cheek, and I lifted my head to look at her.

“Tell me.”