Nope.
Chicks generally knew where the fuck their tits were, and noticed when they shoved them in a guy’s face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked her in a low voice.
“Nothing. You had a thing—” She held up a seed pod thing that had fluttered down off one of the trees. And landed in my hair, apparently.
She smiled at me a little.
My brain went blank.
Without another fucking thought, I picked her up by her hips, set her aside, got up, and got the fuck out of there. I was on autopilot, and barely registered what I was doing until I’d stepped into the poolhouse and slammed the door behind myself.
Then I fucking paced, back and forth, up the fucking hallway and back.
Repeatedly.
Jesus, was that on purpose? That was on purpose, right?
Had to be.
Sure, there was something in my hair, but who the fuck did that? It was hardly necessary for her to fish that seed thing out of my hair, much less kneel over me on my chair, in her fucking bikini, and bump her tits against my face.
That was not an accident.
Was it?
Unlikely. She was fucking messing with me.
Or…
Maybe she was just that fucking naive that itwasan accident?
I kinda hoped to God she was.
But I really wasn’t so fucking sure about that…
No fucking way. She’s an innocent kid and you’re being a prick again.
Just because your head is in the gutter doesn’t mean hers is.
It was an accident.
She was just trying to be nice. She saw something in my hair and decided to fix it for me because I helped her with the sunscreen…
Right.
Or maybe she’s fucking with you…
Yeah, maybe. Maybe she was lounging by the pool right now, taking selfies in her bikini and sending them to her girlfriends, laughing her ass off.
I just stuck THESE in Xander’s face and he lost it. LOL. What a creeper. The pool is MINE now! #SUCKER.
Fuck it.
I was just gonna have to go back out there and face her down.
No. Better yet, act like nothing happened.
