Page 89 of Full Service

Everly bites his bottom lip and glances away from me.

“Junior? Hm. Has a nice ring to it.”

I sense the insecurity on his face and cup his cheeks gently. “Really. Don’t you worry. I’m not interested in that man. I’ve never met him and don’t plan on it. Not at all.”

“But you never know. He could be devastatingly handsome. All your dreams come true.”

Well, that’s impossible, I think. Because the only man of my dreams is right here on top of me. Not that I say that. Everly is young, impossible to tie down. I will not be scaring him off with grand propositions and feelings when I just got him.

Fuck no.

I’m going to keep him as long as I can by staying quiet.

Until he finds out that boring and stable isn’t what he wants.

Then I’ll deal with the broken heart, lick my wounds, and move on.

“I’m happy here with you,” I reply and then roll us over until I’m straddling him. He blinks up at me, my hands sliding down his chest until my fingers curl under the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You sure?”

“I’m fucking sure. Now forget about ribbon dances. I would very much like to pretend that it never happened.”

He nods up at me and rolls his lips between his teeth. “I can do that.”

“Good because we have more important matters to discuss.”

He raises an eyebrow as I scoot down his body, my mouth right at his crotch. I pull the fabric of his boxers down and stare at his weeping cock.

“Very important oral matters.”

“Oral matters are very dire,” he agrees, and I let out a laugh.

“I think so too. It would be so unethical to ignore this.”

“So unethical.”

The day leading up to the ribbon dance sours my mood more than it should. By the time I enter Lee’s residence at the retirement home and see him decked out in hot pants, I nearly keel over and die. My heart can’t cope with this.

I’m in a near state of panic. I can feel my heartbeat in my eyeballs.

“I refuse to do this, Lee,” I hiss as I come to a stop, trying not to look at his bare legs in those bright pink shorts. “Absolutely refuse. If you make me, I will never bring you to the diner to get french fries again.”

“Pfft, stop being ridiculous. You’re here. You’re doing it. Now change into these.”

He hands me a pair of bright purple shorts that are far too short, and I shake my head.

“Fuck no.”

“Sun’s out. Bun’s out,” he says with a clap of his hands and a high-pitched cackle. “And when you get changed, LoveJoy will be by to help us put on ribbons. They’re even color-coordinated with our outfits.”

“Good fuck,” I murmur as I take the shorts from him.

“And where is the shirt, Lee? Hm?”

“No shirt. Just ribbons.”

“Good God. I want to die,” I grumble as I move into the bathroom and change. There’s no point in arguing. Lee knows this. I know this, but when I catch a look at myself in the mirror, I clasp my hands in front of my crotch and squeal.

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