Room 452

“Keep telling yourself that.” He smirks at me.

“You fuck three times and it means something. You know that. You’ve used your freebies up. Time to move on buddy.” I say back.

He cringes. “I will never be your buddy.”

I laugh and reach for the water bottle on his nightstand since I feel like I’m dying of thirst. He does the same on his side. As we both screw the caps back on, I grin at him. “Did you set these out ahead of time or do you always keep water bottles on your nightstand in case you get laid?”

He takes another drink. “I’ve never let a girl in my house before.”

I laugh, but his face doesn’t change. I turn my body toward him. “Oh c’mon! Never?’

He nods.

I open my mouth wide. “I don’t believe you. You couldn’t possibly have actually only fucked in your car. That would be so limiting.”

He glances at me without turning his head. “No, I’ve done hotels or their place, but never here.”

I raise my eyebrows all the way up in surprise. “Wow.” I pause for a moment. “Does that mean I took your bed’s virginity? I feel so naughty.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “What am I going to do with you?”

I smile back, but then I slide out of bed to gather my clothes. “I’

m going to go.”

He doesn’t move from the bed. “How about you don’t?”

I glance back at him. “It would be weird if I stayed.”

“Says who?” He asks smugly.

I grab a t-shirt from his drawer instead of putting my clothes back on. “Says me.”

He smiles. “What else do you have to do?”

I shrug. “Nothing.”

He sits up in the bed and pats the spot next to him. “Good. Me too. Come do nothing with me.”

I bite down on my lip, trying to decide what to do. I smirk at him. “You got any snacks?”

“I’m sure I can come up with something.” He winks at me.

I fold my arms over my chest. “No, your dick does not count as a snack.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “You could have fooled me with the way you were trying to swallow it.”

“Well, you better try to remember it because it was the first and last time it will ever happen.” I snap back.

He laughs. “You saying it over and over won’t make it any more true. You know that, right?”

Instead of responding, I head out into the kitchen to see what I can find. I didn’t eat much with my parents since I was upset. Not to mention, I worked up an appetite. I open his fridge, and it’s all healthy food. No wonder he’s able to stay so fit.

Sawyer leans up against my back. “Sorry, no junk food. I guess we’ll have to resort back to cock.”

I laugh as I grab a bowl of already cut up fruit. “Try again buddy.”

“Again with the buddy.” He groans, but then he steps forward and whispers in my ear from behind. “You will never be my friend, Blake.”