Page 71 of Fierce-Matt

“I feel the same.” He moved off the bed to go to his bathroom and take care of the condom. He didn’t want to break this moment they’d shared but knew the world couldn’t cease to exist while he reveled in their afterglow.

Shit, he sounded like such a wuss with those thoughts.

Thoughts he’d had in his head since he was a teen.

But if they’d done this a decade ago it would have never felt as it did now.

He rushed into the bathroom and returned to his room to see Anya sitting on the edge of the bed with her bra and underwear on and swallowed the sigh thrashing about to escape.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Matt. I’ve known you most of my life. Granted, I missed over ten years, but I still can tell when your mood has changed.”

His head bobbed side to side.

He told her to trust him and that meant being honest.

“I had hoped you wouldn’t rush to get out of bed.”

She closed one eye at him, her cheek going up slightly, her lip curling. Not a sneer, but the tip of annoyance.

“It’s not as if I’m slamming and departing.”

This time his face mirrored hers. “Slamming and departing? Is that what it’s called now?”

She giggled. “It’s whatever we want to call it and I’ve got to pee. Out of my way.”

She moved past him, her arm brushing him aside in an exaggerated movement.

He appreciated she was making a joke out of it and lightening the mood.

He reached for his shorts and underwear and slipped them back on.

She was right. She wasn’t leaving, only going to the bathroom.

He’d feed her, then try to talk her into coming back to his bed.

Ten seconds later he heard loud laughter coming from his bathroom.

The toilet flushed and it was even louder.

What the hell was going on in there?

She opened the door and walked out.

“You’ve got a bidet?”

He snorted over the humor in her voice, not to mention the tears running down her cheeks as she continued to laugh.

“What’s wrong with wanting a clean tushy?”

The roaring of laughter while she rolled on the bed and held her side wasn’t appreciated.

“That’s the name of the device too. I know. I looked at it.”

He picked her shorts and T-shirt up and tossed them at her.