I glared at him. “Not manly enough for you?”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
Xander shrugged. “I don’t know.” He sighed. “Maybe you’re right. Fuck, I must sound like a total neanderthal.”
“You don’t. Let me give you a facial. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Xander pursed his lips. “That’s not a euphemism, is it?”
I grimaced. “I like swallowing cum, not having it splattered all over my face. Are you into cum facials?”
“I’ve never had one. I dated a guy who liked them, though.” He waved his hand. “You probably don’t want to hear about him.”
“Not really.”
We’d had prior boyfriends, but I didn’t want to chit-chat about his or mine. They were in the past. All that mattered was us.
“Where do you want me?” Xander asked.
I arched an eyebrow.
“For the facial.”
“Oh! Sorry. You lost me for a second.”
Xander chuckled. “Care to tell me where your mind went.”
“I think you can guess, hot stuff. On the bed, topless, with a towel under your head.”
Xander grabbed a hand towel off the rail and went to get settled while I got ready.
I put everything I’d need within easy reach of the bed, dimmed the lights, and used my phone to put on some relaxing music. Xander had a Bluetooth speaker that produced a much better sound than my phone speakers.
I knelt beside him on the bed. “Close your eyes. Pretend you’re in a high-end spa or something.”
Xander closed his eyes and rested his hands over his chest. “It’s a good thing I trust you.”
I leant down and kissed him softly. “I’m glad you do.” I pumped a generous amount of oil onto my hands, rubbed them together, and then massaged it into Xander’s skin. “I’m starting with a deep cleansing oil to get into your pores.”
“That feels nice.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
Xander shrugged. “I normally—”
“Use soap. I know. I bet you rub it into your skin vigorously, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. “I never want to see you using soap to wash your face again.”
Xander grinned. “I guess you’ll have to move in to ensure I don’t.”
I paused.
“Sorry. Forget I said that.”
