“No, you’re not... you’re just normal.”
She peeks past her arm and says, “You’re just saying that so I don’t actually fart while you’re pulling me.”
“I’m really not. It’s nice to see that you’re not always so stuck-up.”
“Stuck-up? That’s preposterous.”
“Only someone who’s stuck-up would use the termpreposterous,” I say as I reach her bedroom. I open her door and drag her in. I consider leaving her on the floor but, bending down, I pick her up. She squeals in surprise before looping her arms around my neck.
“What on earth are you doing?”
“Tossing you on your bed,” I say as I throw her, but to my chagrin, she doesn’t let go of my neck, so instead of me watching her flop onto the bed, we collide in a fit of limbs on the bed. “Jesus Christ,” I mumble into the comforter. “You were supposed to let go.”
“I just ate a whole crab, half a plate of fries, half a sundae, and had to unbutton my pants in front of you when we got home. What on earth makes you think I want to be tossed around?”
“So, this, me pressing into your stomach is better?”
“Could be better positioning.”
“Let go,” I say.
“Oh, right, yes.” She unloops her arms from around my neck and I lift off her. “Now, would it be too much to ask of our short-term companionship to have you strip me down and put my pajamas on?”
I glare at her. “Babe, if I’m stripping you down, I’m sure as fuck not putting anything back on you.”
She rubs her stomach. “Oh yeah? You’d want a piece of this?”
“Oddly, I find it intriguing.”
“Standards, JP... standards.”
I shrug. “I have none.” I walk toward her bedroom door. “Are you going to be able to manage on your own?”
She heaves a large sigh. “I believe so. It might take me a hot second to gather myself but, yes, I’ll persevere.”
“Okay, then... good night.”
“Good night.. . Jordan Preston.”
I grip the doorway and look over my shoulder. “It’s Jonah Peter.”
A slow, sexy smile passes over her lips before she says, “Good night... Jonah.”
“Good night, Kelse.”
* * *
Breaker:Are you dead?
JP:You know damn well I’m not dead and you know damn well I don’t want to talk about it.
Breaker:Dude... a carousel? A bib? Kelsey texted Lottie, who showed the pictures to Huxley, who clearly sent them to me. She really has you by the balls, doesn’t she?
JP:I said, I don’t want to talk about it.
Breaker:No way in hell am I going to let you drop this. What the hell is going on?
JP:Absolutely nothing.
