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I sha ke my hea d, ev en tho ugh my body is starting to trade sides and

beg my mind to cave to hi m.
“I’m rea lly good at it, Lily,” he says with a grin. “You’ll barel y ev en
ha ve to do any work.”
I try no t to laugh, but hi s det erm ina tion is as end ea ring as it is
anno ying . “Goodni ght , R yle. ”
His hea d drops bet ween hi s sho ulders and he sha kes it back and

forth. He pushes off the door and stand s up straight . He ha lf-turns ,
hea ding for the ha llway, but then suddenl y drops to hi s kne es in front
of me. He wraps hi s arms around my waist. “Plea se, Lily,” he says
thro ugh sel f-deprec ating laught er. “Pleas e ha ve sex with me. ” He’s
looking up at me with puppy dog ey es and a pathet ic, ho pef ul grin. “I
want you so, so bad and I swea r, onc e you ha ve sex with me you’ll
nev er hea r from me again. I promise. ”

There’ s somet hi ng about a neu rosurgeo n literal ly on hi s knees
beg ging for sex tha t does me in. That ’s pretty pat he tic.
“Get up,” I say, pushi ng hi s arms away from me. “You’re
em barra ssing yoursel f.”
He slowly stand s up, dragging hi s ha nd s up the door on ei ther side
of me unt il he ha s me caged in bet ween hi s arms. “Is tha t a yes ?” His

ches t is barel y touchi ng mine and I ha te ho w good it feel s to be
want ed thi s much. I sho uld be turned off by it, but I can ha rdly
brea the when I look at hi m. Espec ially when he ha s thi s sugges tive
smile on hi s face.
“I don’t feel sexy right no w, R yle. I worked all day, I’m ex ha usted , I
smel l like swea t and probably taste like dust. If you give me a little
whi le to sho wer firs t, I might feel sex y eno ugh to ha ve sex with you.”

He’s no dding fev eri shl y bef ore I’m ev en fini shed spea king .
“Sho wer. Take all the time you need . I’ll wait.”
I push hi m away from me and close the front door. He follows me
to the bed room and I tel l hi m to wait on the bed for me.
Luckily, I clea ned my bed room last ni ght . Normally I ha ve clothes
lying around ev er ywhere, books piled up on my ni ght stand , sho es and

bras tha t don’t quite make it to my closet . But toni ght it’s clea n. My
bed is ev en made up, complet e with the ugly, quilted thro w pillows my
grand mother passed down to ev er y pers on in our family.