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“Looks like you managed to pull yourself together. This morning at the motel, you looked pretty… disheveled.” Stevie smirks. “Seems like my apartment worked out for you.”
“Mm. No comment. How was your night in the woods pony?”
“I believe you already know how Jake is. How’s BDE Brewer?”
“Well—we can drop the energy.” David steals a fry off her plate and pops it smugly in his mouth.
Stevie raises both eyebrows and David gives a pleased little nod.
“I knew it.”
David wants to tell her what it felt like to have Patrick over him, kissing him, rocking against him, how it was fun and nice and so fucking hot. But it feels too much like last night was just for him and Patrick, even though it was Stevie’s bed.
“You were very much correct, which worked out quite nicely for me.” David looks down at his cuticles. When he looks back up Stevie’s making her I like this for you face and if David’s being honest, he likes this for himself too