months.”
He smiled , clearly pleased with himself .
I grabbed a box of tampons and headed to the bathroom. When I came back, he was lying across my bed watching TV. I figured he’d be gone b y the time I came out, scared off by the female crisis at hand.
“All better?” H e patted the bed beside him.
I walked tentatively towards him, then sat on the edge of the bed. I t took me a minute to figure out why he was still here , but then it struck me — he wanted his reward. I inched closer to him.
“Lay down,” he said.
I lay next to him and started kissing his neck.
“ Mmm . T hat feels nice.” He squeezed me closer.
He smelled like Abercrombie cologne , clean and woodsy . I worked my way up to his jaw, then finally to his mouth. Our kissing started out soft at first, but once my tongue met his, I started to get into it again. I slipped my hand into his jeans.
“Wait, Zoey .” He grabbed my wrist, effectively stopping my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s awesome.” He kissed my forehead . “It’s just we probably shouldn’t, you know?”
“No, it’s cool — I have some tissues nearby.”
“That’s not what I was referring to.”
I pulled my hand from his jeans. “What is it, then? I’m not good enough for you? After you’ve been with Chelsey?”
“What? Of course not. That first night here, you t old me this was a business arran g e ment. ” He looked down and re - buttoned his jeans . “ Do you even like me?”
“I like your body.” I slid my hand u nder his shirt, caressing his stomach. “What’s the problem? I th ought we agreed to this friends - with - benefits thing?” I was very aware that I’d said friends rather than frienemies this time , but didn’t correct myself.
“I guess,” he said. “But, besides, you’re on your…”
Typical male, couldn’t even say the word period. “What, do I gross you out?” I pulled back from him.
“No,” he said more enthusiastically than necessary. “ I just feel bad I can’t return the favor. ” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “ I want to make sure the lady I’m with is having a good time.” That cocky grin I’d grown used to was back.
“I was having a good time until you interrupted us for this commercial break.” I swatted him with a pillow . He grabbed it and flung it back at me. A nd before I knew what was happening, we were hitting each other with pillows and wrestling on my bed . I t was like a kinky game of twister, and I was pretty flexible in these sweatpants . He tickl ed my waist and pulled me on top of him . His eyes were bright and happy and he was grinning at me like a fool. Damn , he was cute. I was going to miss this, and that scared the shit out of me.
Chapter Twenty
Matt
Zoey had almost given me a heart attack yesterday . When she’d gotten up suddenly during our make out session, my first thought was that she was searching the room for condoms. But it was a totally different product she’d been looking for. One , that for some reason , I agreed to search the city looking for.
I liked that Zoey didn’t pressure me to be who ev eryone else thought I should be — but at the same time she c hallenged me in unexpected ways — to be who I wanted to be, someone who was not fake but felt like an actual human again. It was okay to be real around her, to talk about John, even to get a migraine and she didn’t freak out. If she c ould see the darkest side of me — a side I showed no one and still like me — what did that mean?
It was our last full day in Paris, and like an omen it was pouring. Mr. Rhinehart was running around trying to pass out a revised copy of the itinerary — one he’d created for “inclement weather” but everyone was laughing and crumpling them up.
The rain wasn’t keeping anyone inside on our last chance to see the city. A group of us walked down to the Eiffel Tower, fighting our way through the crowds, and trying to avoid the
He smiled , clearly pleased with himself .
I grabbed a box of tampons and headed to the bathroom. When I came back, he was lying across my bed watching TV. I figured he’d be gone b y the time I came out, scared off by the female crisis at hand.
“All better?” H e patted the bed beside him.
I walked tentatively towards him, then sat on the edge of the bed. I t took me a minute to figure out why he was still here , but then it struck me — he wanted his reward. I inched closer to him.
“Lay down,” he said.
I lay next to him and started kissing his neck.
“ Mmm . T hat feels nice.” He squeezed me closer.
He smelled like Abercrombie cologne , clean and woodsy . I worked my way up to his jaw, then finally to his mouth. Our kissing started out soft at first, but once my tongue met his, I started to get into it again. I slipped my hand into his jeans.
“Wait, Zoey .” He grabbed my wrist, effectively stopping my hand.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s awesome.” He kissed my forehead . “It’s just we probably shouldn’t, you know?”
“No, it’s cool — I have some tissues nearby.”
“That’s not what I was referring to.”
I pulled my hand from his jeans. “What is it, then? I’m not good enough for you? After you’ve been with Chelsey?”
“What? Of course not. That first night here, you t old me this was a business arran g e ment. ” He looked down and re - buttoned his jeans . “ Do you even like me?”
“I like your body.” I slid my hand u nder his shirt, caressing his stomach. “What’s the problem? I th ought we agreed to this friends - with - benefits thing?” I was very aware that I’d said friends rather than frienemies this time , but didn’t correct myself.
“I guess,” he said. “But, besides, you’re on your…”
Typical male, couldn’t even say the word period. “What, do I gross you out?” I pulled back from him.
“No,” he said more enthusiastically than necessary. “ I just feel bad I can’t return the favor. ” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “ I want to make sure the lady I’m with is having a good time.” That cocky grin I’d grown used to was back.
“I was having a good time until you interrupted us for this commercial break.” I swatted him with a pillow . He grabbed it and flung it back at me. A nd before I knew what was happening, we were hitting each other with pillows and wrestling on my bed . I t was like a kinky game of twister, and I was pretty flexible in these sweatpants . He tickl ed my waist and pulled me on top of him . His eyes were bright and happy and he was grinning at me like a fool. Damn , he was cute. I was going to miss this, and that scared the shit out of me.
Chapter Twenty
Matt
Zoey had almost given me a heart attack yesterday . When she’d gotten up suddenly during our make out session, my first thought was that she was searching the room for condoms. But it was a totally different product she’d been looking for. One , that for some reason , I agreed to search the city looking for.
I liked that Zoey didn’t pressure me to be who ev eryone else thought I should be — but at the same time she c hallenged me in unexpected ways — to be who I wanted to be, someone who was not fake but felt like an actual human again. It was okay to be real around her, to talk about John, even to get a migraine and she didn’t freak out. If she c ould see the darkest side of me — a side I showed no one and still like me — what did that mean?
It was our last full day in Paris, and like an omen it was pouring. Mr. Rhinehart was running around trying to pass out a revised copy of the itinerary — one he’d created for “inclement weather” but everyone was laughing and crumpling them up.
The rain wasn’t keeping anyone inside on our last chance to see the city. A group of us walked down to the Eiffel Tower, fighting our way through the crowds, and trying to avoid the
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