“We do. We’re a couple. When we go places, we behave as such.”
She makes it sound like she’s reading relationship directions from a how-to book. It works. “Yes. We’re a couple. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Which means you don’t walk me home and go back to a party to hang out with another guy.”
There’s shock on her face. “Right.” She nods. “I can see how that must’ve looked to you.”
“Think of it this way. How would you feel if I’d said that to a girl?”
“I’ve have kicked you in the nuts, then gone for her with my talons out.”
“See?”
“I see. I guess this is all new to me.”
I find myself standing in front of her. “I get it. We’ll have to take each incident as it occurs. We’ll talk it out.”
“Incident?” She laughs. “You mean when I screw up?”
“Exactly. We’ll call them teachable moments.”
She looks up at me, and then her eyes travel down. Down over my chest, past my abdomen to my boxers. “Is this a teachable moment?”
“I believe it is.”
“Okay, Lucky… teach me something.”
Jesus. She’s going to be the death of me.
At that moment, one I’ll remember for the rest of my life, she rolls onto her back and reaches her arms out to me. “Come on, Professor. Show me what you’ve got.”
Oh, I’ll show you…
33
Becklyn
What am I doing?Who am I? I’m certainly not the self-conscious girl I thought I was. I mean, I just stripped out of my clothes and walked over to the bed like I owned the place. Now I’ve positioned myself in as sexy a pose as I could think of and said something provocative. I called him “professor,” for crying out loud.
I’m not sure if I can give kickboxing all the credit, but it’s helped. My body is the same as it used to be, only slightly firmer. Honestly, I think it’s him. I’ve no doubt he thinks my body is beautiful. I saw it in his eyes, in his reaction that first time. There was almost a reverence. I see it again now as he places a knee on the bed. “Wait,” I say as Lucky crawls on the bed. “Your ribs?”
“It’s been three weeks....”
“Don’t they hurt, though?”
“No.” He leans down and kisses my mouth.
“If they hurt, we shouldn’t—”
“I’m fine, beautiful.”
I blink at him, thinking about his words. “You sure?”
“Well, right now, my dick is the only thing that hurts. If we stop, I’ll have double the pain.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” He kisses me again. “Oh.”
I glance down at his, well, his penis. He’s taken off his boxers.
