“Could you maybe wear a hat?”
She lifts her face and leans up on an elbow to meet my eyes, looking stern. “Noel.”
“I’m joking. Of course I’d still want you.”
“What if I had the head of a Viking warrior?”
I laugh, brushing her hair away from her face. “I don’t know, babe. You’ve got a gorgeous face.”
“Well, it would be through no fault of my own. Like, I’d just wake up one day and have the head of a Viking warrior, with a braided beard and a metal helmet thing. Would you still want me?”
“Hm. What about your voice? Would you do Viking war cries in a deep manly voice when I’m fucking you?”
Her eyes light playfully. “No. I’d still have my voice. But like bad teeth and dirty hair. Through no fault of my own.”
“I’d still want you. With all the lights off, though.”
“What if I was the Little Mermaid? I couldn’t walk and I’d have no vag.”
“You’d have a mouth, though?”
“Yep. And a clamshell bra.”
“Hell yeah.”
She grins playfully. “Which one would you choose—Viking head and I still have my own body, or Little Mermaid and no vag?”
“Mm, that’s tough.”
“I can’t walk at all as the Little Mermaid. I guess I’m just in bed all the time, waiting to suck your dick and sing you songs.”
If there’s a right answer, I don’t know what it is. No one’s ever amused me like she does, though.
“I mean, I could get used to that.”
“No sex ever again, though.”
I put my hand on her hip, her scent and her closeness making my cock stiffen. “Yeah, I’d have more of you in the Viking head scenario, so I’m going with that one.”
She smiles and I know I answered right. “I’m going to get some apple pie and water. Do you want anything?”
“Water would be good.”
“Can you stay for a few hours? You’d have to leave before the boys get up, because we don’t do men staying the night.”
“Sure.”
She’s so damn beautiful, even in a robe with her makeup off and her hair wild. Even though this is different from our usual time together, I like it. We don’t have a conventional relationship, but Jules is important to me, and we’re more than just sex.
Now that I know she’s not dumping me, I can enjoy the rest of our time away from work.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jules
“Aunt Jules.”A little hand gently pats my cheek. “Wake up.”
“Hm?” I lift my head from the pillow, groggy.
