“We’re not friends.” “You’re right.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “I don’t often lick my friends’ pussies. So yeah, we’re a little fucking more than that now, aren’t we?” “Beck.” “Say it, Kaia,” I demand, voice ragged. “Or you’re gonna end up fucking yourself tonight.” “Fine. Fuck.” She pinches her eyes closed, takes a deep breath, then, “Okay, I like you.” My lip quirks. “And?” “And I always fucking have,” she grumbles, yanking my head back down. “Now, stop using your mouth for talking, and let it do what it’s best at.” “Always the romantic.”
