A Sign Of Things To Cum

Ryan and Maddy sprawled across the couch, wine glasses between them. Maddy started rambling about astrology like she'd just cracked open the universe. Ryan smirked, half-listening. "You're a Capricorn, Ryan," Maddy said, leaning over her phone. "And that makes me a Cancer." Ryan squinted. The crab symbol looked less like a crustacean and more like two heads buried between legs. "Isn't that the 69 sign?" Maddy frowned, but Ryan's mouth twisted into a grin. She couldn't unsee it now. The joke stuck. She needled until Maddy flushed. "It's a sign," Ryan pressed. "It literally means giving and receiving—your words, not mine." Maddy rolled her eyes, already losing. She knew Ryan. Stubborn when she smelled sex. With a sigh, she set her glass aside and reached for Ryan's shirt, pulling it up and over. Ryan's skin goosebumped. Maddy's mouth hovered just above her thigh, breath warm. "Don't say you told me so," she warned. Ryan grinned wider. "Wouldn't dream of it."