“No. It’s supposed to be on mine.”
“To makeyourspouty?” At my nod, he traces the edge of his thumb around my Cupid’s bow. “You don’t need to make them more pouty. They’re beautiful, Denny. Just like you.”
I click my tongue in a silent hush.
He tuts. “No. I won’t shush.” That thumb moves wider, arcing over my cheekbone. “Your hair’s down.”
“It is.”
“You never wear your hair down.”
“I don’t.”
“What’s going on?”
“I-I thought I should dress up, then I made a conscious effort to dress down.”
His eyes narrow. “Why?”
“Because the world’s about to see us together.” I bury my face in his chest, grateful that my hairisdown because I can hide behind that too.
“You’re scared?”
“I’m… not your typical girlfriend, Zach.”
“I don’t have girlfriends,” he counters.
“You lying liar that’s lying to me!” When his hands settle on my hips, I harrumph. “You so do!”
“I don’t. They’re women I fuck. I don’t do girlfriends, Denny. If they call themselves that, then it’s on them. But I don’t.” When I tilt my head back to gape at him, he shrugs. “I know I’m a jerk. Hell, I tell them that before we even get together. I can’t be more honest. They just read into it what they want to.”
“Not only a jerk, but a slut.”
His now-red lips smirk. “Well, we already established that it’s a good thing one of us has experience, and considering you get me hornytoofast, let’s be doubly grateful that I know what I’m doing.”
I can’t help but crow, “So, it’s my fault?”
“Yup.” His smile’s cheery. “All your fault for being so goddamn hot.”
He has no idea that that wasexactlywhat I needed to hear.
“I like that you get off fast with me.”
“You might now, but you won’t forever. I think we need to work on edging me or something. One jiggle of your tits and I’m done.”
I burst out laughing. Mostly because it’s hilarious to me that this guy who has women stealing our freakin’ house key to get to him thinksI’mthe hot one.
I wanna hate that it makes me straighten my shoulders. I wanna hate that it makes me stick the aforementioned wundertits out. But I can’t. So I don’t waste energy on it.
I don’t need him to make me feel good about myself, but in his world, with the chicks that run around him, that confidence boost makes me crazy glad I gave him a blowjob this morning.
Leaning on tiptoe because he’s a giant, I pat his cheek. “You so earned that BJ.”
He scrunches up his nose. “Really?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“You’ve… forgiven me?”
