“What? No, not at all. I've fantasized about you forever. If anything,

I only wish we'd started sooner. Please don’t feel any guilt for that."

She glanced back at me, a shy smile on her face.

“You mean that?"

“Absolutely.”

She frowned. "Then why won't you Let me open your pants and start blowing you?"

“That's a good question, and a big part of me wants to. But there's something unresolved from Last night we didn't have time to talk about."

“Like I said: You talk and I'll suck.”

"Sam." I sighed. "Stop deflecting."

Sam sighed and gave me a look that said she wanted to keep evading the discussion. But she bit her Lip and turned to face away from me again.

“You want to know why I did it."

“The BTC means everything to you. You were the first one to implement

The Rule, and you've been its staunchest defender for years. I never would've expected YOU to cross this line.”

“Me neither."

“Then why did you? It wasn't simple horniness. I mean, you were a little bipolar Last night. One minute you were totally into blowing me, the next you were bawling about not being able to deep-throat me. And then you went to all that effort to dress up in really sexy lingerie that you had to have planned to show me after the wedding, but I don't really think you intended for us to have sex in the end."

She nodded slowly. "I didn't."

“Hence the question: Why did you?"

“It's... complicated."

I skootched over to her side of the bed, close enough that our hips touched, and wrapped my arm around Sam's lower back. Leaning in, I gave her a chaste kiss to the side of her head and murmured quietly, "I'm here for you."

"I know." She gave me another shy smile.

“Believe me, I appreciate it.

I've just had a hard time wrapping my mind around it all."

“Well, let's try starting with an easier question," I offered.

“Why did you come over here tonight?"

Sam smirked. "Isn't it obvious? I wanted you to fuck my brains out again."