But I’m still keeping myself scarce.
Mostly because I have nothing better to do with my time than spend all of it with Laney.
And today, I’m taking her out of her house for the first time since her accident.
We’re going all the way across town, if you can believe it.
All the way to…
My house.
“Oh, look at your cabin,” she squeals from the passenger seat of her Volvo, which I will officially accidentally-on-purpose be calling hervulvathe next time we talk about her car in front of her parents.
Gotta make sure they mean it when they say they accept me for who I am. And I’ll only do it once.
Probably.
“Is that a goodlook at your cabin, or is that a subtleI hate it, Theo, you have to move?” I ask.
“It’sadorable. I love it.”
“All of my wallpaper inside is covered in boobs.”
“Aww, you put your face on your wallpaper? That’s adorable too.”
I slam the brakes too hard as I jerk my head to look at her, not quite certain I heard her right.
And she doubles over laughing, nearly banging her head on the dash in the process. “Oh, your face,” she gasps.
“Damn.”
“You should see your face.”
“Didn’t think I’d rubbed off on you this fast.”
“You rubbed offall over mein bed this morning.”
And now I’m both intellectually impressed with that zinger and also sporting another hard-on at watching Laney push boundaries of her own.
Her cast sucks.
It’s work-around-able, but it sucks. Especially when she gives me boners.
Giving her sponge baths does not suck though.
Not saying I want her in a cast forever, but there’s a strong likelihood she’ll be getting regular sponge baths for the rest of her life anyway. Eventually I’ll find something to do with my time that resembles some form of aday jobagain, but for now?
For now, being Laney’s personal manservant is all the purpose I need in life.
“Are we keeping score?” she asks. “Am I even close to you in smartass comments for the hour yet?”
Her eyes are twinkling. Her smile is as broad as I’ve ever seen it. And she’s squeezing my thigh while I don’t even try to resist smiling back at her. “You’d love wallpaper with my face all over it.”
“We’re doing tests with custom wallpaper at Kingston Photo Gifts. Here. Smile. I’ll have anaccidentallymessed up roll sent to my parents’ house.”
“Get unbuckled, trouble. No garage. I’m carrying you inside.”
Her eyes go smoky while her smile stays fixed. “That’s my favorite.”
