Chapter 26 · Ch26

Wrecking He kissed my collarbone in my bedroom and I didn't shove him toward the door, because the nanny had the night and I was done using rooms as courts.

"Avery." A question. I answered by pulling his shirt off and saying, "I want this. Not a deal. You." We went slow on purpose. Longest heat. I asked. He asked back. No performance of being the mean man.

"Look at me while I take you," I said, and I put him inside me, a surrender we both chose. Cedar, my sheets, his mouth saying sorry without the word, my nails saying stay. We came together, messy, adult, no small feet in the hall. After, I said, "Tomorrow you still don't buy a child with sex."

"Tomorrow I bring a spine." He kissed my wrist.

"Tonight I . Please. I want you. Don't stop. The talk went low. That's it. I've got you. Come for me. He shoved my shirt off. Clothes already wrecked. Full weight covering me. I trembled and still pulled him in. He slid inside because I opened the door this time. Slow, then a rhythm we chose, tight/slick, no audience.