“We’ve already established I was a douche canoe.” His tone is light but I can tell he’s bothered by it too. “And you saidliked.”
“What?”
Phoenix takes a step forward, lifting me up, the tattoo on his forearm flexing as he sets me on the counter and steps between my legs.
“You saidlikedas in past tense.”
“And?” I reply, intentionally acting oblivious as his fingers dig into my hips. “You’re awfully handsy.”
“Just tryin’ to keep your attention.”
“I’d say you have it.”
“Then answer the question.”
“You didn’t ask me one.”
Tugging me to the edge of the counter, Phoenix rocks his hips against my core, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically.
“Is it only past tense?”
“Do you really think an elf story and a roll in the sand is enough to impress me?”
“I hope not,” he quips before picking me up and spinning us toward the living room. I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck and laughing.
“Wait! The popcorn!”
“I’ll come back for it,” he promises as he carries me, making it seem effortless, and dammit if that doesn’t have me wishing I could break my own first-date rule.
Phoenix dumps me unceremoniously onto the couch before heading back to the kitchen and retrieving drinks and the forgotten bowl. He hands them to me, and I can’t stop grinning as he tucks a pillow behind his head and situates himself on the far side of the couch, remote in hand. Holding his arm up, he winks as I crawl up his body and nestle myself against him before flipping through the movies until I find one I like.
He doesn’t complain about the cheesy opening or the subpar acting, just feeds me a piece of popcorn before grabbing some forhimself. It shouldn’t be sexy but I’ve never seen him so relaxed—or maybe he’s just never been this relaxed around me.
But now, I’m watching him more than I’m watching the movie, so when he goes to feed me again, I suck his finger into my mouth. His whole body stills as I swirl my tongue and gently move the popcorn bowl to the coffee table.
“Did you decide if you’re a make-out-on-the-couch girl?” he asks, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as I release his finger with a pop and crawl up his body.
“I think I’m definitely that kind of girl,” I say as seductively as I can being sandwiched between him and the back of the couch.
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Show me.”
ASPEN: I know you’re on vacation but I made out with Phoenix
CORA: YOU DID WHAT?
ASPEN: That was really quick for someone who is supposed to be naked on the beach having sex with their fiancé
CORA: You caught me between sexcapades
ASPEN: Sexcapades?
CORA: Do NOT change the subject
ASPEN: I got distracted by your word choice
