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I shook my head. “It's fucking not. I would never have let things go there if I'd known."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Duncan, I chose to do it. I wanted to. I don't mind doing it. Under the right circumstances, I even enjoy it." She sat up and hugged the sheet to her chest, regarding me intensely. "And these were the right circumstances, Duncan, I promise. I wouldn't have done it if I didn’t want to. It was just when you wanted to kiss me after that I…I got in my head, a little bit. I heard him say that all over again, and I…I guess I sort of felt like it must be true. I don't mind the taste, but—"

“It shouldn't be an ‘I don’t mind it’ situation, Rune. If you're not totally into it, then you shouldn't do it. Not for anyone.”

She looked away from me. "I was totally into it, Duncan, I promise. It was just you wanting to kiss me after, that threw me for a loop. After what Hayes said, I guess I unconsciously or maybe even consciously assumed all men feel the same way. I mean, I guess I get it? Straight men wouldn’t want to taste cum, I suppose."

I laughed. "I mean, no. But it's my own cum, for one thing. And after you did something that intimate for me, how could I possibly be anything but grateful? How could I not want to kiss you, even just to try to show my gratitude?”

She shrugged. "I don’t know, Duncan. Don’t ask me." She looked at me. "I enjoyed going down on you. While this whole wedding thing is happening, I’m totally down to keep hooking up with you, and I'll absolutely want to do that again. I appreciate you taking my side, but you don’t have to work so hard to convince me that you're not a piece of shit like Hayes Motherfucking Willoughby. I see it very clearly."

I frowned. “I’m not trying to convince you of anything. If I have to work to convince you that I’m not a piece of shit, then I've already failed at not being a piece of shit. It should be really fucking obvious."

"It is," she said. "I promise." She leaned toward the bedside table, tapped her phone to check the time. "It's super late. We both need sleep."

I heard what she wasn’t saying: she wanted me to leave. I felt a little hurt, if I was being honest with myself. I thought we'd shared something more than just a hookup. I didn't expect her to let me stay the night with her, but I guess I hoped for more than an “okay, that was fun, bye-bye.”

Nonetheless, I slid out of the bed, stepped into my shorts, shrugged on my hoodie, and stuffed my feet into my slides, checked that I had my phone and wallet, pausing at the door. "Rune—"

She left the bed, leaving the sheet to walk naked toward me. She touched my chest with the fingertips of her right hand, gazing up at me. "Don't, Duncan.”

"Don't what?"

"Say anything else sweet."

"Why not?"

She didn’t answer, just stared up at me silently.

I sighed. "Fine." I couldn't help myself—I bent, caught her jaw in my hand, and kissed her. "Y'know what I taste?"

"Duncan…don't."

I stepped closer, palmed her belly, slid my fingers lower—she gasped when I slipped my middle finger inside her. "This." I withdrew the finger, stepped away from her, opened the door enough to admit my body, and paused in the opening long enough to make a show of popping that finger into my mouth. "Sweet as honey."

Her gasp was equal parts amused and scandalized, leaving me chuckling to myself as I left the hostel and went home.

Chapter Six

Rune

Sleep was slow in coming. My thoughts were racing, chaotic, and confusing.

That was just a fun hookup…right? Duncan and me, it's not a thing. It can't be a thing. I don't want it to be a thing.

But my god—the orgasms the man gave me were seriously next level.

I’m not sure what time I fell asleep, but out of long habit, I woke up not much past seven. I dozed off again until nine, and then my bladder made me wake up all the way. I showered, put on some black stretchy booty shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, and went in search of caffeine.

I found it at the breakfast place I'd been to previously. Once I was fed and caffeinated, I strolled the boardwalk and tried not to think about Duncan, his wicked mouth, or his big, fat, beautiful cock.

Or how sweet he was afterward, wanting to kiss me, to hold me, talk to me.

My previous boyfriends were starting to seem more and more like unmitigated assholes, and I blame Duncan…who isn't my boyfriend, nor even a friend with benefits.

He’s just a hookup. That's it. Just a hookup.

My phone rang then, Lindsey's name and face appearing on the screen. "Hey, Linz," I said, accepting the call. "What's up, bitch?"