Page 46 of Wilder Puck

He nods nonchalantly. “Yeah. This.” His eyes look at my bare body. God, this is why I can’t remain naked next to him. I hate that my uterus is throbbing again under his glare.

There’s a sudden lump in my throat as I stare at him.

I say, “Well, I was going to say that I don’t think we need to continuethis.”

His gaze snaps back to my eyes. “What?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”I am way in over my head.“I thought you needed some advice or experience or something, but honestly, you are not lacking in that department and–”

“I am,” he counters, now readjusting himself to get a better look at me. “I am very vanilla stuck in a vanilla world.”

I scoff and laugh at the same time. “That’s ridiculous. You’re really good in bed, Ry. I think I need more pointers than you do.”

“You don’t,” he reassures me, and it’s not making me feel any better.

I try hard not to roll my eyes. “Okay, but I’m serious–”

“So am I,” he argues. “I was about to ask you for advice, and you handed me some random woman’s business card. And you think I’m going to call her? Just like that? We just finished having sex. You couldn’t wait like ten minutes?”

I shrug. “No.”

“Well, you should’ve because it was weird, Ads.”

“No, what’s weird is that we’re doing this as best friends.” I press my lips together as my gut twists into knots.

“Christ, I don’t know what’s happening here, Ads.”

I sit up and say, “Stop saying my name after every sentence!” I hate that he’s addressing me so much right now. I throw the blanket out of my way and grab my clothes from the ground. He stands and puts on his clothes.

“Baddie,” he murmurs. “Why are you so mad?”

“Because you don’t need any damn advice in bed. You’re perfect!”

Our eyes meet. At first, he’s concerned. And then, ever so lightly, the side of his lip pulls. My chest lightens at the sight. He smirks in the cutest way possible, and I can’t help but smile back. Now I’m like a sick love puppy smiling back at him. We are two idiots smiling at each other because he is so easy to flatter.

My shoulders slump as I mutter, “Sttttooooopppppppp.”

He bites his tongue and looks down. He takes a step to me and says, “Did you just call me perfect…again?”

I am trying to hold in my laugh. “Please, stop.”

His eyes meet mine, and I notice he glances look at my lips. My entire body is coming alive under his gaze. He smiles, meeting my eyes again. He shakes his head playfully. “No.”

I nod to argue with him.

He shakes his head. “Never.”

I take a step back and meet his dresser. He stalks closer to me as my heart flutters around my chest. “Please.”

He stops in front of me.

Right as he lifts a hand to touch me, I blurt, “So, this pact is done then, right?”

He drops his hand. “What?”

“Yeah, we don’t need to continue this. You seriously know what you’re doing.”

He protests, “I need more practice.”