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“I think we need to reevaluate the whole pillow down the middle of the bed arrangement,” Jack said.
We stood in Violet's kitchen eating take-out pizza. I choked on my bite of veggie deluxe. “The pillow berm?”
Jack eyed me and, while chewing, said, “Mmm.” He swallowed, and then added, “We don't really need it anymore, do we? I don't hate your guts anymore.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don't hate your guts anymore either.”
Jack raised his hands, palms up. “See? We can move on to make-up s*x. I know you want it. You went on the offensive last night and took out the pillow blockade.”
I took a sip of soda trying to cool my lusty thoughts about how his body had felt beneath mine when I woke up this morning. Pretty damned good. The only way it would have been better was if we’d been naked. “How
