His gaze dips to my body again for the briefest moment, and he shifts to hold his clenched hands in front of his crotch.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Is he—is he turned on?
Is he hiding an erection?
Surely not.
I’mnota disaster. I’m a strong woman working through some shit.
But I can see where Ilooklike a disaster to him, and he has enough on his plate.
He shouldn’t be turned on by a ride on the hot mess express to Disasterville.
“We should talk about yesterday,” he says in a rush.
I fist my hands, one still holding my phone, and prop them on my hips. “Why?”
“Because—because I don’t usually drink that much.”
“Never thought you did.”
The Cluckinator voices her assumption that she does, in fact, think he drinks that much.
Once more, his eyeballs stray in the direction of my breasts and my pussy.
I turn in a circle. “This better? Getting the whole view?”
“Sorry. Sorry. It’s—I’m used to Pip doing this. It’s not normal for you.”
“Like what you see?”
“Fuck, Cricket, don’t do this.”
“Don’t do what? Don’t talk about the elephant in the room? The part where you more or less told me when you were drunk that you like me? That you’re moving to keep Lavender safe? That you’re a vagina expert and you keep looking at mine?”
“Technically I’m looking at your mons pubis. I’d have to be between your—fuck. Never mind.”
“You aresuchthe child of a pelvic floor therapist.”
“I just want you to know that I’m not an irresponsible parent,” he says.
“Dude. You have four full-time built-in co-parents and a regular rotation of other helpers. You never cuss in front of Lav. Or yell at her or the cat, even when they glitter your entire house. You give her room to explore the world but in a way that she knows she’s safe and loved. And I didn’t even think you drank at all until yesterday. Clearly, one day is all it takes to convince me that you’re a fraud and a terrible father. OrmaybeI’m not the only one who needs to face her fears and insecurities.Maybeyou need to take a good long look at why you think you’re a bad dad when you are clearlynot.”
He visibly swallows.
Are his eyes going dark?
I’m being a sarcastic ass, and he’s swallowing and getting all large-pupiled.
What the actual fuck is going on here?
“Oh my god, do youlikebeing scolded?”
He shakes his head.
