“What was that for?” he asked once we’d come back up for air.
“I owe you one?”
He laughed. “I think you still owe me eight hundred dollars for that last bit of rent you never paid me.” The laugh repeated. As did the kiss. “Just saying so, in case you’re paying back all your debts.”
We sidled in closer. My d**k was hard. His d**k was hard. The two d***s seemed to be having a nice reunion beneath the sheets. I think they were just as surprised as we were.
“Nope, just the kiss,” I told him. “But, um, I wish I had it to give you.” I really did wish that, but it was a wish on a long line of wishes now. I also wished I didn’t have a demon trying to get me to kill someone. I wished for a drink and wished I didn’t wish for a drink. I wished being there with Matty wasn’t so weird and I wished I
