[12:14] Matty:see mom? SOMEONE loves me.
[12:14] Alice:Okay, dear.
I jump in as quickly as I can.
[12:15]:Do I get a say in any of this??
[12:15] Heather:No.
[12:15] Matty:nope
[12:15] Hunter:hahaha no
[12:16] Erin:Why don’t we have dinner at our house instead of going out?
[12:16] Matty:ummm because neither of us can cook?
[12:17] Erin:Yes, but I can order pizza with the best of them
[12:17] Erin:Our place at 8?
[12:17] Heather:Sounds great!
[12:17] Hunter:We’ll be there
[12:17] Matty:woooo
“Crap,” I mutter.
“Mm.” Jacob is waking up, stretching absently against me. He blinks up at me sleepily. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.” I put my phone away as he shifts in bed to sit up next to me. “My friends want to have us over for dinner tonight.”
“Ah.” Jacob looks uncomfortable. “I guess they’re probably not my biggest fans.”
“It’s not that,” I say quickly. “I’m just not sure I want to spend our first night back together eating pizza with Matty.”
He presses his forehead into the crook of my shoulder. “I thought last night was our first night back together.”
“Yeah, but—” I cut myself off abruptly. It sounds a bit immature to say “Yeah, but we didn’t even have sex.”
But seriously, we didn’t even have sex.
Jacob grins, like he knows what I was going to say. “Tell you what,” he says. “Let’s go get some food, then I’ll run home and get some clothes for dinner, and then we can just... hang out here all afternoon.”
“Mm.” I snake an arm around his waist and pull him closer. “That sounds good.”
“Right?” He grips the front of my T-shirt and kisses me deeply. A moment later, he pushes aside the comforter so he can throw a leg over my hips, settling all his warm weight on top of me. I runmy hands up his legs, sliding my thumbs under the thin cotton hem of his boxers.
“You know what sounds even better?” I murmur, after a few minutes of increasingly heated kissing. He pulls back, his eyes very dark.
“Doing it right now?” he says.
I grin. “Fuck yes.”
He laughs at me cursing—I guess I didn’t swear as much around him before—and then kisses me again, deep and urgent.
I kind of thought the first time we had sex again, I would spend ages taking him apart, but now that we’re here, I don’t know why I thought I would have the self-control to do that. We’re hurtling forward so fast, everything is happening in quick, breathless flashes. He’s pulling my T-shirt over my head. I’m shifting on top of him and dragging his earlobe through my teeth. His warm, bare skin is sliding against mine; my fingers are working him open, making him cry out every time they curl. Then I’m sinking into him, all tight heat and pressure, and his eyes are on mine as I move.
