“Because I was annoyed you didn’t have more snacks for me.” Her fingers dip even lower and lightly stroke the sensitive skin right above my cock.

I gulp. “Well, I was annoyed because you decided to use my flag as a blanket.”

She chuckles against my back and draws her fingers up and down, right above my pubic bone. My dick grows exponentially harder in seconds. “Well, if you gave me a blanket, I wouldn’t have had to use your flag.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “I . . . I didn’t have a spare blanket.”

“Liar,” she says, her fingers moving an inch lower. I bite down on my lip, holding in my moan. “Everyone has a spare blanket somewhere, Ryot.” Her voice is seductive now, enticing me, making me believe that maybe there’s a chance she wants more.

I gulp, trying to contain my voice. “Not me,” I answer while I twist a little bit more so I’m teetering between lying on my back and lying on my side.

From my movement, her fingers slide even farther south until they’re right above the base of my cock. From how hard I am, I’m surprised she hasn’t collided with my erection just yet.

“If you were a gentleman, you would have given me the blanket off your bed.” Her fingers toy with my length, just a touch, but that’s all I need.

I twist so I’m all the way on my back now, and she lifts slightly so I can look her in the eyes.

“You already took my snacks. Why would I give you my blanket?”

“Because you thought I was hot and wanted to please me.”

She releases her hand from my briefs, and I nearly whimper from the loss, but then she reaches for the waistband and drags my briefs all the way down my legs. Without a word, I help her until I’m completely free of them. Satisfied, she returns her hand to my cock, which is now stretched up my stomach, and drags her fingernails over the length.

Fuck . . . yes.

Christ, I’m a goner.

I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head from the gentle, exquisite touch. Somewhere in the muddiness of all the wine, I can feel myself trying to communicate that maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, maybe I should stop us and focus on fixing things. But hell . . . there is no way I’m going to be able to make sense of it all, not with her touching me the way she is.

“I was in a bad fucking mood that night, and there was no way I was going to be able to get out of it, even for the hottest girl I’d ever seen.” I wrap my arm around her and drag her shirt up so her bare ass is exposed, and I gently stroke it with my fingers as she strokes me.

“Is that why you followed me on Instagram the next day?”