A Very Friendly Valentine's Day by Kayley Loring

Author:Kayley Loring [Loring, Kayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-14T00:00:00+00:00

“Eddie. Eddie, wake up!”

I wake up. I realize my teeth are chattering. I am so fucking cold I might actually be dead.

I turn onto my back, but I can’t see anything in the dark because something warm and heavy is being placed on top of me. It’s not Birdie, unfortunately, but it does smell like her.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“Lie on your side, face the wall.” She sounds so annoyed with me. I’d find it cute if I didn’t have hypothermia.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I will lie with my back to you. It’s fine if your back touches me. If you need to do that, to warm up. But that’s it. Just your back. No butt stuff.”

I mean. I may be half-dead, but I have to laugh at that.

“I meant no touching butts! Shut up.”

“Will you get under the covers already?”

She huffs, and I feel her warm body nuzzling up against mine and then I feel her moving her lower body away from me.

Our backs are pressed together. She adjusts the coat over us. I can feel her gathering her hair to one side. And then I feel the back of her skull knock against the back of mine.

“Owww!” we both cry out at the same time.

“Shit!” Birdie hardly ever swears. Usually only when she stubs her toe or spills something.

“Are you okay?” I flip around to rub the back of her head.

“No.” She laughs quietly. “Oh God, your hand’s cold! I can feel it through my hair! Put your hands back under the coat!”

I do, but I don’t turn to face the wall again. I press up against her back, all of her, spooning her.

She sighs. Not annoyed but resigned. And then she presses back into me, finds my right hand, and pulls it around her waist. I wrap both arms around her. She covers them with hers, rubbing my hands, warming them up. It’s sweet and comforting but it’s also something else.

The train is rocking us back and forth, up and down, and the friction between us is unbearable and good. Really unbearably good.

We stay like this, quiet for a while, and then she breaks the silence with, “Are you still going to see Alana in New York?”

“No.”

“Are you going to end things with her?”

“Yes. I’ll call her in Chicago. Are you going to go out with Rupert?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t think you should.”

She stops rubbing my hands. “Why not?”

“I don’t want you to.”

“Why not?”

Okay, new plan.

“Because he can’t make you feel good the way I can.”

“He can’t make me angry and confused either.”

“You’re only angry and confused because you’re resisting it.”

“Resisting what?”

“Me. And all the things I can do with these hands.”

She releases her grip on me altogether, and I take that as a sign that she wants me to be free to use my hands.

So, I do.

I press into her back a little more, grip her hip with one hand, and stroke the side of her thigh with the other. Down and up. Down and up.

“I mean, I don’t recall anything in

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