YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HANDSOME
KATIE
How could a man be so effortlessly handsome, funny and sexy?
I couldn’t stop smiling.Because he had stayed over after we had dinner (he reheated everything), washed my hair, and cuddled me to sleep.I had watched him baby talk to Pollux when we came downstairs that morning, and even though Pollux just stared at him, it made me happy.
The smell of butter and bread filled my kitchen, mingling with the sound of Dylan humming low in his throat as he slathered jam over toast.
Sunlight poured in through the window, warming the island where we sat.Well, he sat with me on his lap.His hair was still mussed from sleep, the lazy grin on his face too infectious.
I popped a strawberry into my mouth.“You know, I think you’re getting a little too comfortable in my house.”
Dylan leaned back, a fork dangling from his fingers as his other hand rubbed lazy circles on my back.“Comfortable?Please.I’ve already claimed my side of the bed, the bee mug in your kitchen is mine now, and this is my seat now.It’s official, darling.I live here now.”
“Whatever.”I rolled my eyes and parted my lips when he fed me the toast covered in jam.I made a sound of discontent when he leaned in to lick the crumbs of toast from my lips.
“Weirdo,” I said after chewing my food.I fed him the same toast, feeling extremely comfortable on his lap.I think I knew which was my favorite seat in the house.
His hand slid under the hem of my oversized tee shirt, his palm cupping my breast.His thumb brushed over my nipple, making me narrow my eyes at him.
“Dylan—”
“What?”he said, his pout making an appearance.“Just… I’m stressed and this helps me.A lot.”He squeezed my breast, but he looked too adorable not to give him the right to grope my chest.
I tried to glare but failed, and he caught on to how his pout had charmed me.Heat coiled in my belly when his mouth caught mine in a slow, sweet kiss.His tongue teased mine, his other hand steadying my thigh.I moaned into his mouth, about to turn and straddle him when the front door of my house opened.
“Katie?”Amanda’s voice rang down the hallway.“You home?Hi Pollux!Where’s your mom—oh?”
Amanda stepped into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks.Her eyes widened, and her voice was pitched high when she yelled, “What the fuck?Dylan?What are you doing to Katie’s boobs!”
Dylan didn’t move his hand.He was still kneading my breast.
My entire soul almost leapt out of my body.
Dylan, who could charm anyone, stammered, “I… nothing.She was having a heart attack.I was just checking it to make sure…yeah.”
“That’s your excuse?”I snapped my head toward him in horror, slapping his chest.“Amanda, I can explain.”
I wriggled free of his lap and stood up.But I had forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and tugged down the baggy t-shirt over whatever decency I had left.Dylan saw that and tried to stand in front of me.But he was shirtless and in his boxers.
“I’ve seen her naked befo—what the hell?” Amanda gawked at us, hands on her hips.“Yes, please explain why my younger brother is in your house, eating breakfast while you’re both half-naked and holding on to your tits for dear life!I know they’re great, but come on!”
“She doesn’t need to explain.”Dylan squeezed my hand and said, “She’s my girlfriend now.”
Both Amanda and I said in unison.“What!?”
Dylan squeezed my hand tighter, his eyes never leaving his sister.“Yeah.She’s mine.I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, but we like each other and things just…happened.”
Amanda blinked.
My heart thundered in my chest, panic surging.She was my best-friend, and I had kept things from her.
“Amanda, I should’ve said something before.I just?—”
“Don’t.It’s fine,” she cut me off, her jaw clenching as she turned around.“Just get ready and go to Anna’s, okay?”
We got ready in a hurry, and I had to strip out of the dress and don it again because I wore it inside out.Thankfully, Dylan didn’t attempt to grab my breasts again, even though I saw his bulge through his pants.
