His body started shaking with laughter.
I started getting angry again. “Luke!” I snapped.
His hands pulled the sweatshirt up over my behind and went in, sliding across the skin of my back.
“I could do f**k buddies,” he said and I blinked.
I thought he’d say no. In fact, I was certain he’d say no. That was why I suggested it.
“You could?” I asked.
“Yeah,” his hands started moving up my back (taking the sweatshirt with it, by the way).
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
Okay, now what had I gotten myself into? I’d just become f**k buddies with Luke Stark.
Worse than that, it was my idea!
I like that idea, I think it’s fab, Bad Ava had lost her warning vibe and now sounded dreamy.
I hate it. It stinks, Good Ava had lost her happy vibe and now sounded pissed.
“With rules,” Luke said.
Uh-oh. Here we go.
“Fuck buddies don’t have rules. It’s like being in a fight club. The first rule of f**k buddies is, there are no rules.” I was making this up as I went along. I had no idea if f**k buddies had rules. I’d never had a f**k buddy. I’d never even wanted one.
Hell I didn’t want one now!
Especially not Luke.
The inky went out of his eyes and they got scary shiny. “We’re gonna have rules.”
I thought, considering his scary shiny eyes, it was probably best I at least listen to his rules.
“What are the rules?” I asked on a sigh.
“First, we’re the kind of f**k buddies who spend time together, not f**kin’.”
“Luke, that defeats the purpose of f**k buddies.”
Again, I was making it up.
He ignored me. “Second, we’re exclusive f**k buddies. No one else touches you while I’m f**kin’ you.”
That one wouldn’t be hard.
“Let’s go back to the first one,” I said.
“Ava, that’s the deal, no discussion.”
“What kind of time would we spend together?”
“Ava –”