“I’m not that drunk, and it’s early.”
“Don’t we have to be up really early for the shower?”
“I’m not going to mass with them, so we don’t need to be up as early,” he says entirely with attitude.
“What are you in the mood for?” I ask.
“Are you suggesting we go out or something?” He drags his gaze down my body, looking at me in a way he never has before.
I’m sure I made him curious with my dick comment. And I’m not even sorry. My dick is amazing. Anyone would be curious.
“No.” That’s the last fucking thing I want to do. We used to only go out to get laid, so we might as well stay in where his focus will be on me because I’m selfish. “Why don’t we just stay here? Then I can tuck your delicate ass into bed early, and you get your beauty sleep.”
“Fuck off. I’m not that delicate,” he growls.
“The way you played after our team adoption event says otherwise.” I suppress a smile.
“That was one fucking game!”
I shrug, knowing I’m right.
“You don’t want to go out and meet people?” he asks again.
“I thought we weren’t doing that.” My tone is harsh, but I want to drive home the point.
Archangel wears a confused look. “We’re not.”
“We can try out the hot tub. I’m still sore from the game yesterday.” I roll my shoulders and then tug my shirt off.
“Sure.” He swallows hard, and I love it.
Why is it so much fun to get a rise out of him?
“Great. I’ll go get my suit.”
“Cool. Cool.”
It only takes me a minute to change, and then I’m getting a couple of fresh beers and heading up to the roof deck. It takes Archangel ten minutes to join me. He walks out in blue trunks with tiny bananas on them. With the sun down, it’s a little chilly, and Archangel shivers.
“Mine are better.” I stand up out of the water, showing off my hot pink mini trunks with gold fish on them.
“God damn it. How do you keep getting better trunks?” He laughs and softens. He’s still in a bad mood over whatever Steph said to him, but I’m making it my mission to cheer him up.
The trunks competition was a thing we’d gone back and forth on since high school, and I loved to win. It got more outlandish every year.
“It’s a combination of talent and lots of time on the internet.”
He walks over and seems to have sobered at least a little. “And that short. Jesus. Your balls are going to hang out if you sit wrong.”
“It’s just because I’m tall. They look way shorter.” Which was part of it. I’d also taken them to my friend who was in fashion school and had her shorten them because I liked to show off my quads.
“Lord.” He stares for a minute, then shakes it off. “It’s like a tractor beam. I can’t look away.” Archangel was starting to act more like himself, thankfully. It gave me time to work him back up.
“Then it’s working.” I wiggle my brows and sink back down. “Come on in—the water is nice!”
Archangel swings his leg over the side. “Got one for me.”
“I got two for you.” I hold up the beer.
