Page 94 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

She doesn’t stop until I’m spooning her. She’s under the covers, and I’m lying on top, but I’d be surprised if she didn’t feel my swollen cock against her ass.

She doesn’t say anything, though, and I make the mistake of enjoying the moment.

I sag into her, press my chest to her back, and rest a hand on her stomach, clutching her to me. I selfishly hold her, nestling my nose into her hair as my cock drifts back to sleep.

I’m all good and collected until she shifts in my arms, rubbing over my crotch again.

My hard-on is back in an instant.

Not now, my man.

“You still smell stupid,” she whispers under her breath.

I can’t smother my grin at her drunk words.

I don’t just smell stupid—whatever that means.

I am stupid.

I’m a fucking idiot for not telling her the truth.

She may think she hates me now, but that’s nothing compared to how she’d feel if she knew what really happened that night.

I wait until she’s asleep and reluctantly separate from her. I’ve just walked into the bathroom and started the shower when my phone pings with a text.

It’s Scar.

Scar

Hey, fuckface. Where’d you go?

He double texts me.

Scar

Never mind. Vince told me you’re with Hadley.

At first, I wonder if I should deny it, but I decide there’s no point in me lying.

I texted Vince that I took his car to take Hadley home and I’d get it back to him first thing in the morning. He said it was cool. Probably before telling everyone at the party that I left to take care of the girl I claim to hate.

I decide not to answer him. I’m sure he’ll lecture the hell out of me when I see him in person, anyway. And he can’t say anything to me that I don’t already know.

It isn’t long until he sends me a third message.

Here comes the lecture.

Scar

Not trying to tell you what to do, but… you sure getting close to her is a good idea?

I’m not.

Not for a fucking second.

All it took was one asshole hitting on her for me to break all of my rules. I thought I was going to push Cal’s thick head underwater and drown his ass earlier.

For a fleeting moment, I let myself forget that I can never have this girl.