“Pretty girl, I think your lie’s showing.” I tickle her side and she buries her face in the pillow, shaking her head. “You do remember something, don’t you?” I press my chest against her back and lean over her shoulder, dipping my mouth to her ear. “Just tell me. I won’t be mad.”

“I know you won’t be mad,” she says, rotating her head to the side so her face is away from the pillow. “But you’ll be smug, which is worse and why I’ve kept it a secret.”

“I won’t be smug,” I say enticingly. “I promise.”

“You will too, Micha Scott,” she argues. “I know you too well not to think otherwise.”

“I can make you roll over and tell me.” I push away from her a little and skim my finger down her back to the center of her legs. She jumps, startled, as I start to put my finger inside her.

“Micha.” She narrows her eyes through the dark as she flips over onto her back and bolts upright, the moonlight hitting her bare chest. “That was a low move.”

I sit up, pulling her legs over my lap as I turn to the side and relax against the wall. Then I situate her on my lap, so her ass is positioned over my cock. “Just tell me,” I say. “I’ll try not to be smug but I want to know.”

She sighs and then puts her head against my shoulder. “Fine, but only because I love you.”

I kiss her forehead, breathing in her words, never getting tired of hearing them. “Fair enough.”

She sighs again and then she splays her fingers across my stomach. “You remember how we decided that everyone at your house was annoying and that we just needed to have a party of our own so we took a bottle of Bacardi and snuck outside?”

I nod, resting my chin on top of her head. “Everyone was always annoying.”

“Yet you always had the parties.” She draws a pattern across my stomach and then up to my chest. “Almost every weekend after you turned sixteen.”

“I was bored and liked the distraction.” I shiver from her touch—she’s the only girl who’s ever gotten me to shiver.

She walks her fingers up my stomach and stops them over my heart, pressing her palm flat against it. “The distraction from what?”

I place my hand over hers and trap her hand in place. “From you.”

She tenses and so do I because I know what’s coming.

“Is that why you slept around so much?” she asks quietly.

I shut my eyes, knowing she can feel the acceleration in my heart rate. “Haven’t I always told you I was just passing time until you came around?”

“Yeah, but did you really have to sleep with everyone?”