“That’s good,” I agree, but then I ask, “Do you havePitch Perfect? I love, love, love that movie. They sing and everything.”
“I think we do, but I’ve gotta ask, are you going to sing? Because if you are, I’m going to insist onBridesmaids.”
I punch him again. “Jerk,” I mutter.
He laughs. I know I can’t sing, but it doesn’t stop me from doing it. I’ll try to refrain though. It may scare him off for good, and I’m having too much fun to let that happen. “Fine, I’ll keep the singing to the confines of my head.”
“Pitch Perfectshould be on Netflix. Let’s check it out. We can watch it on my laptop in my room. Let’s go in there and get cozy.”
We cuddle up in his bed with my head on that perfect spot on his shoulder as we watch. I’m going to have to say that this, right here, is my new favorite place to be in the entire world. Alex wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. I fall asleep not long after the movie starts. I sleep, dreaming of happy times and Alex Emerson.
Chapter Fifteen
ALEX
Someone’s watching me. It takes me a few seconds to figure out what day it is and who that warm body is next to me. When I look down, I see the back of a blonde head, and it’s peering into my shorts. She’s pulled up the waistband to sneak a peek. I can’t resist.
“Whatcha doin’, Pixie?”
I startle her so much that she squeaks and lets go of my shorts with a snap. Ouch. She’s busted.
“Uh, I was just, uh, seeing, um, what kind of underwear you liked. I was going to buy you some for your birthday.”
“Were you, now?”
“Yes. Yes, definitely. That’s all I wanted to know.”
My God, she’s adorable all flustered like that. Let’s see if I can get her going here.
“Well, that’s unfortunate since I’m not wearing any underwear.”
“I noticed that,” she mutters.
“What else did you discover?” I ask with a look of innocence on my face.
“Well, I did see your, um, manhood.”
“My what?” I can’t believe it. She can’t say dick.
“You know, your manhood. Your penis, johnson, willie, dick….”
Well, maybe she can, plus a few others.
“Okay, that’s enough.” I laugh. “I get the idea.”
“It twitches and grows. You knew that, right?”
She is so funny. Has she never seen a dick before? Oh, wait, probably not. Douchebag Brad didn’t get around to it. So, I ask, “You haven’t seen a man’s coc—err, manhood before?
“Of course I have! Well, not in real life. I’ve seen a few on YouTube.”
I’m going to shock the crap out of her. “Well, would you like to see mine, Pixie?”
“You wouldn’t mind?” she responds so innocently.
I get the feeling she just wants to see it for the purposes of scientific discovery. After last night, I know she’s not looking to start anything sexual yet, but if she wants to see him, it’s going to happen. She’ll figure that out soon enough. I reach down and slowly place my fingers beneath my waistband.
Before I pull them down, I ask, “Are you sure about this?”
