Wanna drop that towel? Give me a peek?
A startled laugh breaks out of me before I can stop it. I drop the towel, not just for a peek… Oh, no. This is for the petty bitch that lives inside my heart. If they’re going to keep watching me, I’m going to aim for miserable blue balls until they tell me where to find them. Just to prove a point… Because I can.
Eris:
Bold of you to assume I’m thinking about you at all.
Locke:
You always are, Eris.
Even when you know you shouldn’t be.
I hesitate, thumbs hovering as I cut my eyes to the camera in the corner of my bedroom.
Eris:
Isn’t this where you tell me to stay home today?
Locke:
Stay home…
Is this where you want me to tell you what I’d do if you did?
Heat crawls up the back of my neck. I pull the black cotton dress over my head and riffle through my drawers, looking for my seamless boy-shorts.
Eris:
I wish I could…
Tell me anyway.
The dots linger, and I lean into my vanity mirror to apply waterproof mascara and lipstick. Perfume goes last. I might be going in for some recon work, but I want to look, and smell, the part. My phone buzzes too many times.
Locke:
If you stayed…
I’d keep you from getting dressed.
My t-shirt only. Nothing else.
You can have breakfast in bed while I hide under the blankets.
You’d be my breakfast.
I’d keep you in bed all day.
Maybe a shower…
The smirk that crawls over my lips feels as dirty as his implications. I would not be upset about breakfast in bed, especially if I were the feast.
Eris:
What if I said yes?
Locke:
