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This was my freaking body and I loved the shit out of it. And if I kept telling myself that, maybe one day I’d believe it.
Jules rubbed her thumb along her bottom lip. Did it taste like sugar? I dropped my gaze from her lips.
No one would ever be disappointed in having a sexpot, pole-dancing baker as their secret sex pen pal.”
“Sure, you can let go of Jules. My date.” “Jules?! Her name is Julia,” Chet snapped. “My mistake, I just go with what I call her in bed at night.”
but that’s not to say I didn’t appreciate Jules’ quiet beauty. The kind you found yourself sneaking a glance of when she smiled because it was so completely pure and unworried about being anything other than real.
“If there’s anyone who should feel self-conscious, it’s all those other chicks who’ve got absolutely nothing on you in the breast department. KFC is going to burst in here and haul you away.”
“Don’t ever let anyone else make you feel like you’re not awesome.”
a matter of days, Jules had gone from someone I looked forward to seeing every day, to someone I needed to see. I needed to make her laugh and make sure she was okay. And I wanted her to want that of me too.
An irrational jolt of jealousy zinged through me. I tackled it to the ground. She’s not a freaking bone and I’m not a rabid dog. She can laugh at whatever she wants. I love the sound of her laugh.
“Not from the way he’s checking out your ass, he isn’t.” She lifted an eyebrow with a wide smile.
But I couldn’t hold it back any longer; like a dam in a torrential rain storm, I was overwhelmed by her. And kissed the shit out of her. The electric fire of desire coursed through my veins and the only antidote was her touch.
“Your lips make me forget about everything else. They make me forget about losing, about the hundred people in the hallway beside us, about anything not centered on this mouth. How’d you get so fucking sweet, Jules?”
“I can only show you what I can really do if I take my clothes off.” A wheeze shot out of my mouth. I held onto the edge of the bed, so I didn’t tackle her to the floor and peel every piece of clothing off her with my teeth. Damn, I needed to touch her. I needed to touch her more than I needed my next breath.
“Split one? Are you insane? I could inhale that entire box on my own.” She rubbed her chin and tapped a finger against her lips. “I made a few of them with extra large holes in the center. How would you feel about a donut blow job?”
“You think I’d only want to go down on you before sex? Frenchie, I’m ready to eat you any freaking time and any place.”
“If you need me to go and you don’t want to be with me, then I’ll respect that. I can’t force you to put up with everything that comes with being with me or force you to love me back.” His voice cracked and tears glittered in his eyes. “But I hoped you might.” Those last words were whisper quiet against my lips.
“How many times do I have to tell you, Jules. I’m into you. Whether it’s in letter form, cookie form, pole dancing form, sitting in your sweats on the couch watching TV form, or any other way you want to show me what you’re all about, I’m here for it. I’m here for you.”
“I feel like someone’s run over my heart with a tire made of cleats. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and looking out the window at your room and I want to be in there with you. I want to be holding you and rubbing that spot on your nose with the freckle cluster that kind of looks like a tiny strawberry.”
“And you were never the third best thing in my life, Jules. Never. I’d never play a game again, if it meant I could be here with you.”
