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“Yes, it did, and if I don’t get to binge it immediately, I might actually die.”

I snort at her dramatics. “Fine by me.”

We take our plates to the couch, but before I sit, I quickly change into clean clothes and wash up. When I return, she’s got the remote in her hand and the first episode cued up. I sit next to her, and our bodies practically melt into one another as we eat.

“This steak is incredible,” I tell her, cutting another huge bite and popping it into my mouth.

“Want to know my secret?” she asks with a smirk.

I nod.

“Butter. Lots of it,” she gloats. “And seasoning, of course.”

“Best steak I’ve ever had,” I tell her truthfully. “Could eat this for the rest of my life and never get sick of it. Just like you.” I blurt out that last part before I can stop myself.

She gulps as we stare at each other. We never talked about the last time we had sex or how close we’ve gotten to crossing the lines. The sexual tension streaming between us is almost unbearable. I wonder if she feels it too or if I’m just imagining it because I want to haul her into me and kiss those plump lips I can’t stop craving.

After we finish eating, half of the episode is still left. Kaitlyn pauses it as I take our plates to the sink, then return to the couch with two sodas.

I lean back, and when she does the same, I open my arm to let her rest against me. This is nothing out of the ordinary, but still, it feels different. I trace circles on the outside of her arm, and the goose bumps that cover her skin each time I touch her return.

“Oh my goodness,” she says during a gory scene in the show. “I can’t believe I just witnessed that.”

I’m actually shocked too. “Same. That was… a lot.”

We can’t pull our eyes away from the TV. Its unpredictability is one of the things we love most about this show. Superheroes and antiheroes, rooting for the bad guy who’s kinda good has always been one of our things.

Kaitlyn repositions herself to lie horizontally. Then she rests her head on my thigh, settling deeper into the couch as she uses me like a pillow. Even the most platonic touch has me growing hard. I look down at her, and she smiles up at me. When the episode ends, I’m tempted to bend her over the side of the sofa and fuck her raw. The look on her face tells me she wants it too, but I push away the desire.

I’m a man of my word, regardless if she’s testing every fucking ounce of willpower I have left. But all the signals she’s throwing at me—the mindless flirting, the innuendos, the way she eye-fucks me every single time I walk into a room—have me wondering if she wants more too. Is she afraid to make the first move and destroy the foundation she built our agreement on? We could be good together. Actually, we’d be fucking great as a couple.

But the moment I’d bring it up, there’d be no going back, and if she doesn't feel the same, I’ve risked it all for nothing. Once my feelings are out there and known, we won’t be able to go back to just friends making a baby.

I wish I could say the risk would be worth it, but nothing is worth losing her in my life. Not after everything we’ve been through.

The episode ends, but several more are available, and they’re all an hour long. “Want to watch the next one?”

I chuckle, running my fingers through her freshly washed hair. “You know if you keep pressing play, we’re going to binge this season tonight. And I still need to shower.”

She inhales my musk and grins. “I actually like the way you smell.”

“I dunno if I should say thank you or tell you you’re disgustin’.”

A chuckle escapes her. “Both? I dunno, you smell like horses, hay, and leather, mixed with a hint of your body wash and sweat. It’s…sexy.”

I lift a brow at her. “Are you flirtin’ with me?”

She laughs. “Flirting?”

Before I can respond, Kaitlyn sits up and straddles my lap. I grip her hips as she peers into my eyes. Then she rocks over my cock, and it’s undeniable how fucking hard I am.

“No. This is flirting.” She buries her head in my neck, planting kisses along my jawline.

“No, this is seduction,” I say between gritted teeth, digging my thumbs into her skin to stop her from grinding against me. If I let her keep going, I'm sure she’d be putty in my hands and crumble just from the friction alone. “Don’t test my willpower, Kate.”

She stays planted on top of me and rests her arms on my shoulders but doesn’t let her gaze falter. “I have a question for you.”

I blink a few times, hesitant to answer whatever is on her mind. “Okay.”


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