EWB: Enemies With Benefits

by N.R. Walker

“What—and I mean this with as much sincerity as possible—the actual fuck? You want me to hate-fuck you?”

I slid my hands under his shoulders, buried my face in his neck, and rammed into him over and over until it was too much, too hard to hold back, and I let my orgasm win.

I definitely just fist pumped and yelled “YES!” NR almost always includes some form of this shoulder grabbing position and it makes me WEAK

“Oh, and I changed your name to the peach emoji.” I glared at him. “Nice.” He grinned at me. “You should be grateful. I wanted to make it the washing machine emoji, but there isn’t one.” “A washing machine?” “Yeah. I put loads in it.”

How was a hug so healing? I’d been so touch starved, so affection starved, kindness starved for so long that a simple hug felt like oxygen after struggling to breathe.

You got wobbly boots on.”