“You just spit crumbs down my back,” I pointed out. “I think there’s a crumb in my crack.”
She reached her hand in my pants, tickling my ass as she did.
“Hey!” I jostled her.
She giggled and laughed, reaching so far into my pants that she was practically tickling my taint.
My very sore taint.
“You go much farther and touch my taint, and I’m going to drop you,” I told her bluntly, though I’d never drop her no matter what. “My taint is raw as shit right now.”
She snorted out a laugh, pushing her hand down farther to loosen the leg of my underwear so she could free the crumbs that were most definitely there.
“No crumbs.”
“Sure,” I said as I carried her out the door and to my place.
My feet were downright freezing by the time I made it into my house.
Once I set her on her feet, she took a look around. “Nice.”
I looked around with her.
My house was decorated by my sister, and you could tell.
I had fluffy pillows that “contrasted beautifully with the deep green of my couch” according to my sister. I had the biggest couch we could fit in the space that was so soft and fluffy that no male would’ve chosen it on his own.
The walls were a creamy beige, and the floor was hardwood and “blonde.”
My sister had decorated it from top to bottom, and I’d let her do it all because I hadn’t cared.
“My sister,” I answered for her. “She hated that I was staying on a futon. She bought all the furniture. Picked out the paint. Redid my floors. Updated my kitchen.”
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “I guess this’ll be what mine looks like when I finally find the time to decorate.”
She hadn’t decorated yet, and still hadn’t put together the couch, so I didn’t see that happening for her anytime soon.
“You could always just move in here and sell your place, and then we can enjoy my decorated house together.”
She choked. “What?”
“You heard me,” I said.
She shook her head. “I don’t think the world is ready for that.”
“We’ve been dancing around this for years,” I pointed out. “And there are no rules here. We do what we want, and what we feel comfortable with. If your immediate disagreement with the suggestion was because you weren’t ready, that’s fine. But if your disagreement is because you think it’s too soon because it’s socially unacceptable, then that’s their problem. Not ours.”
She looked at me with deep consideration in her eyes before she said, “We fight like cats and dogs. I’m a slob and you’re…” She took a long look around my house. “Not. I don’t think you’re really thinking through what you’re saying.”
My lips twitched. “The reason my place isn’t messy is because I use the same cleaning lady as Apollo and Dru. She cleans my place once a week, which was today while we were dealing with your arrest.”
She shook her head. “Was that seriously today?”
I looked at my watch to see that it was well past three in the morning. “Well, yesterday at this point. It’s three.”
She sighed. “That’s probably why I’m so tired.”
My grin was soft as I said, “Let’s go to bed.”
