Page 53 of Building Romance

He pulls back and cups my jaw. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I nod.

“Behave tonight. No spiders,” he says.

I glare at him. “Not funny.”

He smirks. “It’s a little funny.”

I roll my eyes as I fight a grin. I love hating this man. Maybe a little too much.

I walk back up to my apartment and immediately flop down on my bed. It feels good to be home.

“So are we going to talk about the fact that you are totally fucking Mr. Satan Reincarnated?” Drew says as he leans on my doorjamb.

I prop myself up on my elbows and look at my friend, the one man I tell everything to.

I smirk. “Nope,” I say as I flop back down and stare at my ceiling. “We are not going to talk about that.”

Drew comes into my room and lies down next to me.

“So we won’t be talking about how he gave you I want to fuck you right now eyes all night? Or how he kept touching you or how when you weren’t paying attention he was watching you?” he adds, turning his head to look at me.

“Yeah, we’re not going to talk about any of that,” I say.

“A shame, I could use some good raunchy details of a torrid love affair with one’s mortal enemy. I guess I’ll just have to go steal a book from Roxy’s bookstore,” he says with a sigh.

“I don’t think it’s stealing when you buy them,” I say with a laugh.

“True. But back to you. Please tell me he was a god in the bedroom,” he pleads.

I giggle and pretend to zip my mouth closed.

Drew turns on his side and looks at me. “Like you’re sore big or you won’t be walking for days big?”

I turn on my side. “Like I’m ruined for all men from here out big,” I answer.

“Damn,” he says and rolls onto his back. “Too bad we won’t be talking about that hypothetical life-altering sex you had.”

I roll onto my back again and lean my head against his shoulder. “Yeah, it really is too bad. Because I’m pretty sure his tongue was made to please.”

“Damn, this hypothetical is hot,” Drew murmurs.

“It really was,” I reply.

“Was?” he asks.

“Is, was, I don’t know,” I admit.

“Sounds like you have some thinking to do,” Drew says as he sits up and pats my leg. “I’ll leave you to it. I need a cold shower after all this hypothetical sex talk.”

I giggle. “You’re sick.”

“Takes one to know one,” he says and air-kisses me before leaving me alone with my thoughts. But I only have one thought…could this thing between Fletcher and me actually work?

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Fletch