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continued on, as if my request didn’t register with him. “Don’t you want to know what I’m thinking right now?”
“No, absolutely not,” I replied quickly because I did want to know, but I didn’t want to admit it.
“Are you sure? You’re not just a tiny bit curious?”
I peeked over at him and said weakly, “No.”
“That sounded more like a question, so I think you’re curious.”
“I’m not.”
He tapped the vibrator on the bed. “So I’ll enlighten you.”
“Please don’t,” I muttered as he continued on.
“I’m thinking about how you’re not wearing a bra right now. I’m thinking about this vibrator and you using it.”
“Stop,” I said, feeling hot all over. “Now you’re just being mean.”
He was staring at me intently, all humor suddenly gone from his face. “Am I?”
“You’re such a pig. Seriously.” I gulped nervously, unsure of what to do with his sudden change of character.
He watched me for a moment before his lips turned up at the corners. For some reason the action didn’t seem quite as effortless as it usually was.
“You’re right,” he said, although the humor didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m a dick, but I was right about Rob.”
“You were right,” I repeated. “Now are you going to stop rubbing it in and go home?’
He stared at me. “I was planning on sleeping over. You invited me, remember?”
“I did not.”
He placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. “My brothers and I used to make tents out of sheets when we were little. Did you used to do that?”
His random comment and sudden openness had me staring at him. “What?”
“Did you used to make tents out of sheets and spend the night in them?”
“No.”
“You didn’t?” He looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Why not?”
“I didn’t have any brothers or sisters to do that with.”
“Well, that sucks. What a loser childhood,” he said with a smile as he rolled out of bed. “Come on. Get up.”
“What? No,” I replied, clutching at my pillow for dear life.
“Get your ass out of bed.”
“Why?” I grumbled.
“Just get your ass out of bed,” he said, walking toward me. I scrambled to my feet, knowing he’d most likely pick me up and throw me on the floor if I didn’t.
I reluctantly stood and watched as he tugged the sheet s off my bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he walked into the hallway and pulled open my linen closet. A moment later , he was trudging down the stairs to the family room with an armful of sheets and blankets.
“Seriously Adrian, what are you doing?” I asked, exasperated with him for ignoring my questions.
“We’re building you a fort, okay?”
“What? Why?”
“Because you need to experience the sheet-fort at least once in your life.”
“I’m twenty-six not seven.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now stop complaining and help me out,” he said, tossing me a blanket and pointing to the couch.
I didn’t know what I was doing, but after twenty minutes of Adrian bossing me around we had successfully constructed a fort out of sheets.
“Good job, Janice. Now get inside,” he said, pushing me forward. “I’m right behind you.”
He let his hand slip down a little lower, his fingers grazing my butt, and I shot him a glare.
“My bad,” he said as I settled onto the floor. It was dark except for the soft glow of his cellphone light.
“Now what are we supposed to do?” I asked, blinking in the dark.
“We’re supposed to makeout,” he replied with a grin.
“Never happening,” I replied, slapping at his arm playfully as he took a seat next to me. “How about we tell each other stories…”
“Snore,” he replied dryly. “Are you trying to bore me to death?”
“That’s what kids do…”
“We’re not kids. We’re adults.”
I rolled my eyes. “So kids in sheet-forts tell stories, but adults make out?”
“Exactly! Now you’re catching on.”
I lowered myself onto the
“No, absolutely not,” I replied quickly because I did want to know, but I didn’t want to admit it.
“Are you sure? You’re not just a tiny bit curious?”
I peeked over at him and said weakly, “No.”
“That sounded more like a question, so I think you’re curious.”
“I’m not.”
He tapped the vibrator on the bed. “So I’ll enlighten you.”
“Please don’t,” I muttered as he continued on.
“I’m thinking about how you’re not wearing a bra right now. I’m thinking about this vibrator and you using it.”
“Stop,” I said, feeling hot all over. “Now you’re just being mean.”
He was staring at me intently, all humor suddenly gone from his face. “Am I?”
“You’re such a pig. Seriously.” I gulped nervously, unsure of what to do with his sudden change of character.
He watched me for a moment before his lips turned up at the corners. For some reason the action didn’t seem quite as effortless as it usually was.
“You’re right,” he said, although the humor didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m a dick, but I was right about Rob.”
“You were right,” I repeated. “Now are you going to stop rubbing it in and go home?’
He stared at me. “I was planning on sleeping over. You invited me, remember?”
“I did not.”
He placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. “My brothers and I used to make tents out of sheets when we were little. Did you used to do that?”
His random comment and sudden openness had me staring at him. “What?”
“Did you used to make tents out of sheets and spend the night in them?”
“No.”
“You didn’t?” He looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “Why not?”
“I didn’t have any brothers or sisters to do that with.”
“Well, that sucks. What a loser childhood,” he said with a smile as he rolled out of bed. “Come on. Get up.”
“What? No,” I replied, clutching at my pillow for dear life.
“Get your ass out of bed.”
“Why?” I grumbled.
“Just get your ass out of bed,” he said, walking toward me. I scrambled to my feet, knowing he’d most likely pick me up and throw me on the floor if I didn’t.
I reluctantly stood and watched as he tugged the sheet s off my bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he walked into the hallway and pulled open my linen closet. A moment later , he was trudging down the stairs to the family room with an armful of sheets and blankets.
“Seriously Adrian, what are you doing?” I asked, exasperated with him for ignoring my questions.
“We’re building you a fort, okay?”
“What? Why?”
“Because you need to experience the sheet-fort at least once in your life.”
“I’m twenty-six not seven.”
“Doesn’t matter. Now stop complaining and help me out,” he said, tossing me a blanket and pointing to the couch.
I didn’t know what I was doing, but after twenty minutes of Adrian bossing me around we had successfully constructed a fort out of sheets.
“Good job, Janice. Now get inside,” he said, pushing me forward. “I’m right behind you.”
He let his hand slip down a little lower, his fingers grazing my butt, and I shot him a glare.
“My bad,” he said as I settled onto the floor. It was dark except for the soft glow of his cellphone light.
“Now what are we supposed to do?” I asked, blinking in the dark.
“We’re supposed to makeout,” he replied with a grin.
“Never happening,” I replied, slapping at his arm playfully as he took a seat next to me. “How about we tell each other stories…”
“Snore,” he replied dryly. “Are you trying to bore me to death?”
“That’s what kids do…”
“We’re not kids. We’re adults.”
I rolled my eyes. “So kids in sheet-forts tell stories, but adults make out?”
“Exactly! Now you’re catching on.”
I lowered myself onto the
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