Accidentally Amy(67)

“Doubtful,” she said, but then it was her turn for shirt removal. She slid the Chiefs t-shirt up, letting her eyes and fingertips enjoy the pectoral exposure. Once it was off, she grinned and said, “Although…I kind of feel like I’m winning at the moment.”
“Same. And the night we won at Billboard Assholes, Iz?” He pulled her close, his big hands covering her backside and pressing her flush against him. “The game wasn’t the win - the kiss was.”
She smiled, remembering. “That was going to be our one and only, just to see what it was like.”
He made a noise that mocked their foolishness. “It was the gateway drug.”
“Are you saying my kiss got you hooked?”
He raised a hand and pushed her hair off her face. “Honey, I was hooked the minute you felt me up in Starbucks, checking for a third nipple in those dirty-ass glasses.” Izzy laughed, but she felt the same.
She’d belonged to Blake since the very second she’d stolen a PSL and accidentally became Amy.