“What if it comes out of the toilet and bites my vagina off?”
I tipped my head back and laughed. “Seriously?”
She didn’t reply, and I heard hergettingthejobdone.
I faced her just as she turned on the faucet to wash her hands. “See? You’re all good, and so is your…vagina.”
She huffed and walked over to me before hugging my waist again. “Get me outta here.”
“You could simply walk out yourself,” I retorted.
“But then I wouldn’t be able to cope a thorough feel of your biscuit-like abs.”
I grinned. “If you wanted to touch them, all you had to do was ask.”
“No fun in that,” she mumbled, and placed a kiss on my right pec. “You saved me from Pennywise. Myhero.”
Now I knew she was only teasing me.
“Were you even scared to begin with?”
She pulled back and nodded. “I still am. His creepy laugh is continually buzzing in my ears. I’m waiting for him to pop out of nowhere and eat me alive.” She shuddered. “The next time I try to watch a horror movie, shake me out of that decision…for as long as you have to.”
I hummed around a chuckle. “Okay.”
“And remind me to also not fall so easily for that walking and talking Scottish orgasm-inducer’s charm. That man is sexy and talented as fuck, but he acts in some of the most twisted fucking movies.”
“Should I be concerned about the fact that James is an orgasm-inducer to you? Should I be heartbroken, sad, or angry over it?”
Zaira snickered and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “No, because you’re the only one I want. Everyone fades in comparison to you; in comparison to what I feel for you.”
I kissed her once, and then another time. “You should be scared more often iftheseare the things you’re capable of saying. My ego really appreciates it.”
She playfully pushed at my chest with a smile on her lips. “You’re an asshole.”
I winked. “Nope, I am not.”
She rolled her eyes. “Take me to bed; I’m sleepy.”
“But what if Pennywise is there, waiting for you?”
She gasped and pushed me away, which made me guffaw. “Asshole!”
I laughed and walked backwards, and she began following me.
“Get that smug look off your face, Underwood.”
I smirked, and then stopped when I reached the bedroom. I looked back for a second, and then placed a finger over my lips in a “shh” gesture. “Keep quiet; he’s in there sleeping.”
With a groan, Zaira grabbed a cushion off the couch and charged at me.
I ducked just as she threw it my way, and then lifted her up when she was close enough.
She squealed, and then started laughing when I peppered kisses over the space between her breasts.
“Now there’s the Zaira I love,” I said, and then placed a knee on the bed before settling her on the navy sheets.
She smiled at me, and I hovered over her before pressing a long kiss on her lips.
“I love you, baby,” I said after breaking the kiss. “I love you even more than Pennywise does red balloons.”
She laughed and slapped me playfully. “You’re an ass,” she voiced, but when I shook my head ‘no’, she did the same and cupped my face. “But I love you too, you annoying tease. I love you so much.”
Take that, James freaking McAvoy.
