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"No pun intended."
"You have no clue how fuckin’ much I wanted that to happen.”
“I think I might have an idea,” she said, running her fingertips up and down his back. He stayed for a few seconds before getting up and pulling out of her.
“Uh, let me go get a towel," he said, noticing the mess between her legs.
He got off the bed, grabbed his boxers, and pulled them on as he went to the bathroom. She sat up, and a box of tissues came flying at her and whacked her in the arm.
“What the…” She turned to look at Ryan, who was still sitting on the opposite end of the bed. “Thanks?”
“Did you just let him nut inside you?”
“Yeah, it just…”
“That’s really fucking irresponsible. Clean yourself up, slut.”
“Whoa, what?” He grabbed a pair of shorts, threw them on over his boxers, and pulled on a tank top. He slipped on his dress shoes and headed to the door, looking like a complete hobo.
“Where are you going?”
“For a walk.”
“No, you need to talk to me.”
“Nothing to talk about.”
“This was your idea!”
“Amara, I’m just going for a walk.”
“Ryan, don’t do this to me.”
“Every-fucking-thing’s not about you!” he yelled, as he stormed out of the hotel room.
Tyler came out of the bathroom and shook his head, handing her the towel. “Can’t say I didn’t see this coming. Where are your pajamas?” he asked, rooting through the contents of her suitcase until he found her a T-shirt and a pair of shorts.
As he tossed them to her and she put them on, he noticed the tears welling up in her eyes. “Goddamn it. No. Don’t you dare waste any more tears on him. All you fuckin’ do is cry over him. Aren’t you tired of feeling like this yet?”
“Apparently not,” she said, wiping her face. “He’s such an enigma.”
“Yeah, that’s one word to describe him. I have a few other choice words.” He pulled back the covers and patted the bed. “Well, Osi hasn’t texted me back yet, so come on.” He held up the covers for her, and she crawled under them, feeling him slide behind and wrap an arm around her. “He wants to act like a piece of shit? Then fall asleep with me. We’ll use the shit outta this bed. Fuck him.”
She grabbed onto his hand, squeezed it, and closed her eyes, hoping that maybe she’d wake up and this would all just be some sort of fucked-up dream. “Do you feel any different?” she asked him quietly after a few minutes had passed.
“Huh? What?” He’d started to drift off to sleep, and her voice startled him.
“Do you feel any different? Now that we finally did it.”
“I mean, my balls are about 10 pounds lighter. You’re gonna have my DNA drippin’ outta you for a month.”
“That’s…not what I meant, Ty. About me. Do you feel any different about me? Like, we did this and now you’re gonna start ignoring my texts and avoiding me.”
“Totally. In fact, who are you again?” He kissed the back of her head. “Don’t be a fuckin’ idiot, Mar. Nothing’s changed. You ain’t gonna get rid of me that easily, woman.”
“I don’t want to. You’re…kinda my best friend, Ty.”
“I know. And honestly, you’re probably mine, too.” He brushed her hair back from her face. “But can I say that I don’t wanna do it again? Nope.”
