I STIFFEN THE MOMENT I POP open my eyes. Pinpricks trickle down the length of my neck as his warm breath fans me from behind. God please… tell me we didn’t do it. Slowly, I move my hand up my thighs to find I’m still fully dressed, although the halter neck design has been somewhat altered. Lékan’s hand is possessively curved over one full breast and the warmth emanating from them has me wishing I can relax enough to—shit. My nipples are hard already. I press into his palm. It feels so good…

Hoe-much?

So good that I don’t want to extricate myself from his embrace. The other parts of my body that are not in contact with his are cold like frozen fish. Earlier, evidence of his arousal had me twisted, making me question what exactly I want from him.

How long have we been like this? I mentally scramble through my fogged-up memory, pulling up files upon files of what went down when Lékan joined me in the room. Did anyone notice my absence? Oh shit. I move to get off the bed, but his embrace tightens.

“Hmm mmh,” he murmurs, his morning breath fanning my nose. It’s not bad, just that I would prefer not to have it registered in my brain.

“I need to go. The party.”

“They’re done.” The low rumble of his baritone has my heart racing, and some other parts of me excited. How is he so comfortable with us like this?

Ugh! I’ve not spent five minutes awake in his arms and I want to pull out his hair. No need getting bothered about his know-it-all façade. I take a calming breath instead. “It’s my sister’s wedding. I need to… I need to be there,” I stutter, fighting my conflicting emotions.

“Last time I checked, it was four.”

“Four?”

“Four AM.”

What in the world! I scramble out of his embrace, getting off the bed. “Ouch,” I mutter, landing back on the bed as fast as I got off it.

“What’s wrong?” he’s sitting up, staring at me through the phosphorescent lights coming from the open window.

“The floor is cold.” I raise both knees to my chest, glaring at him in the dim room. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

He scoffs. “At four?”

“Yes.”

“You needed that sleep. Don’t you feel better for it?”

“I’m not thanking you for it.”

“You don’t have to. You’ve expressed enough gratitude. Come here,” he lays back on the bed, tapping the spot beside him, “let me put you back to sleep.”

“I have more important things to do. And… and just because it worked the last time doesn’t mean it’ll work again.”

He smirks, lifting his back from the bed, quirking a brow. “When has it not worked?”

Oh my goodness. My face is burning. And it’s burning even more because I know it’s not from embarrassment, rather, from excitement. He’s on my side of the room; I should—I should send him away. Warn him off.

“They finished the party hours ago, according to the groomsmen group chat. We didn’t miss much.” He converses, like he didn’t have his fingers working my insides hours ago.

I gasp, stunned, when he pulls me to his side. He carries on, tucking me closer. “We can pretend nothing happened or be matured adults and talk about it. Me? I don’t want to talk about it. I want to do it again and maybe talk about it later. Much later.”

What have I gotten myself into? I’m glancing up at him, mute.

“You’re not saying anything?” He traces my lips, staring into my eyes with a sympathetic, expectant smile. “You don’t like my suggestions? Okay, let’s pretend we’re friends. Talk to me—”

“Friends don’t have sex,” I blurt out.

He nods, his eyes twinkling with mischief. I know he is about to say something I won’t like. “In case you didn’t attend biology class, here’s your reminder that sex involves a penis and a vagina. Some people like multiple penises and vaginas at once, but I’m touchy when it comes to that. I don’t like sharing. Um… where was I? I was trying to explain that practically, we’ve not had sex.”

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