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She flopped on the couch next to me, drawing her feet up.

“No, I did. I know it’s hard to believe that, but I did. I always had these really conflicting feelings about you. I’m not using that as an excuse, but it’s the truth. I always got these stomach flutters when I looked at you.”

Delaney adjusted her bun. “I think those are called butterflies, James.”

“I didn’t know that at the time. Didn’t know what they meant because weren’t you just supposed to feel those for boys?” I didn’t know then what I knew now.

A notification went off on my phone and I saw the pizza had arrived.

“I’ll go get it,” I told her, getting up and slipping my shoes back on.

We ate together on the couch, and I couldn’t wait until her new one arrived so I could help her put it together and have a better place to make out.

“Can you show me how your machine works?” I asked, nodding at her T-shirt press that took up a huge corner of the room.

“Sure. Not tonight, but sometime. I’ll even let you make one.”

That would be cool. “I’m excited.”

She rolled her eyes. “Dork.”

Once we finished eating, I put the leftovers in the fridge and turned around to find Delaney gazing at me with hunger in her eyes.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. And about things we could be doing together. Things I want to try.” My back pressed up against the fridge, making a few of her magnets fall on the floor. Whatever. They weren’t important.

I had to close my eyes for a minute to gather my composure.

When I opened them, I found her stalking closer to me.

“And what kind of things did you have in mind for tonight?” I asked her.

She tapped her chin with one finger, thinking. “Well. I want you to sit on my face. But I also want to sit on your face. And I want to give scissoring a go. And edge you with my vibrator and vice versa. That’s just a few things.”

I raised my eyebrows, almost at a loss for words. “Another list?”

Her smile was bright and mischievous. “A Fuckme List.”

A startled laugh burst out of me. “Oh my god.”

Delaney crossed the rest of the space between us.

“What do you want, baby? You can have it.” She could have everything. I’d get it for her.

“As much as I want to do all that, what about you? What doyouwant, James?”

Hearing her say my name that way was still so incredible.

“I want…” I trailed off. Too many things. Far too many things. But we had to start somewhere.

“I want to go down on you and have you come all over my face. I want to see if I can make you squirt.”

She closed her eyes and moaned. “Fuck yeah, let’s dothat.”

Her hand clamped mine in a tight grip as she dragged me to her bedroom.

* * *

A whilelater I looked up at her with my face covered in her desire and watched as she drifted down from her climax. I’d gone down on her until my jaw was sore and she had been cursing my name to let her come. I licked my lips, desperate for more of her.