Page 91 of Making the Save
“But he’s your brother, he’s got great style and he’ll know what would suit you best.”
“I know what will suit me best. The one currently in my closet.”
“No,” she laughed, like I was joking, but I weirdly felt like I was fighting for my life. “What colors, what lines. How to make the most of your impressive build.”
“If my brother knows that about me, I’ll shoot him. No. Give me the stylist person.”
“You seem upset.” Her fingers were twisting together.
“I’m not.”
“Is it about the stylist, or because I said Liam has really good fashion sense?”
I took a deep breath. “Neither. Both. I’m sorry. I guess…I’m just not ready to let this place go.”
She slid our plate of snacks onto the floor and tucked herself into my body, her arms around my waist. She was either sighing or inhaling me.
“I don’t want to leave yet, either,” she said.
But we had to. Her whole life was waiting for her off this mountain.
“Funny how things change in such a short amount of time,” she said.
“What’s changed?”
She pulled back and stared at me with full outrage. “Are you kidding? Number one, I’m not a virgin anymore. Hold on, let me go outside and let the world know.” She tilted her head back and shouted. “I’m not a virgin anymore!”
“Tink,” I barked, torn between exasperation and laughter. Mostly laughter, if I was being honest.
“What? No one but the critters heard me,” she said. “Also, it turns out I’m a little bit of a freak in bed. Who knew?”
“I knew,” I said. “I saw you in that golf skirt and I said, there’s a woman who likes to be chased and fucked where she’s caught.”
“Did you know you liked that before you met me?”
“Not even a little bit.” She rewarded me for that little bit of honesty with a hard kiss.
“And! I like sleeping with another person. I really like it. I’m definitely getting a dog when I get back to Malibu.”
“You’re not supposed to let a dog sleep in the bed,” I told her but I wasn’t sure why. Was I jealous of a dog that didn’t even exist yet?
“Who says?”
“Dog trainers. They’re supposed to have their own bed.”
“Oh well, that’s dumb,” I said. “My dog is sleeping in my bed.”
“Anything else?” I asked. I didn’t know why I was pushing her. What answer I wanted. What answer could change what had to happen.
“Everything else,” she admitted, and curled back into my arms. “Feelings, and freedom. Change and friendship. I hope friendship.”
“Always friendship,” I said softly. “We can leave here the day after tomorrow. That should give us more than enough time.”
“For what?” she asked, all evil fairy again.
“For whatever I want,” I said, and pushed her back onto the couch, where I fucked her like I could imprint the memory of me on her body where she could never forget it.
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