Butterfly wings tickle my stomach at the thought. It’s starting to get to a point where if I’m not with Maddox, I’m missing him. That’s not very friends-with-benefits of me, but I can’t help it. I think he might be my new favorite person. Cue the internal groan. Becoming a simp for the guy I’m having sex with was not on my bingo card for the year, especially since that guy is the quarterback for the team my family owns, but here we are.
