11:25 A.M.

"I'm not against it." She shrugged, feet on the arm of the couch as she browsed her phone.

"You aren't?"

"No. Why would I be?"

"I mean..."

She rolled her eyes. "I like you cumming inside of me, yeah. I think it's hot, feeling you tense up and...it's kinda warm after." She laughed a little. "But no, I'm okay with you pulling out, too. I mean literally the first time we ever fooled around, you came all over my chest, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

She stuck her tongue out. "I wouldn't mind it on my face, either."

He felt himself stir.

"Really?"

"Really what?"

"You're naked on my couch, dummy. I saw you. How excited are you?"

He laughed sheepishly. "Um...very. This is so wrong and hot. Every single time I think about being inside of you, or doing anything with you, or even seeing you naked? I mean are you not thinking this is super wrong?"

"It very much is, and we're still horrible people. But I've kinda become numb to that, considering how much I also really like you."

"So...doing it doesn't give you that little twinge anymore? That cheating kink?"

She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "I honestly cannot tell anymore. I don't need a twinge...if you even so much as touch me inappropriately, I'm ready. Now, if Tom were in the next room or I planned on hanging out with him later...that's another story. Wetter than a pool in the rain. Last night I was dripping with every touch for a reason."

"Fuck me, you're hot."

"Is that a request, or a statement?"