“Um…what?”
“An orgasm a day keeps the worries away.”
“Oh!That’sbeen my problem! Not enough orgasms!” We both shift to look into each other’s eyes, my smile reflected in hers.
“Hey, me too.”
“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the gossip about you. You’re a puck bunny stud muffin.”
Another laugh bursts from my chest. “Awhat?”
She giggles again too, fingers teasing through the hair on my chest. “I don’t think you’re lacking orgasms.”
“Phhhht. The only ones I’ve had lately have been from my own hand.”
Her smile wanes. “Really?”
I hold her gaze steadily. “Yeah.”
“Same.” Her teeth sink into her lush bottom lip. “For a long time, actually.”
I stroke her hair off her face. “Maybe this is what we both need.”
She blinks, and the corners of her mouth twitch up. “Maybe so.”
“Sometimes you need a good hug. Or someone to tell you it’s going to be okay. Or hot sex so mind-blowing you can’t remember what your problems even are.”
She collapses into laughter again. “Yes.”
“This doesn’t change anything. If you’re worried about that.”
She peers up at me. “Okay.”
“I know you didn’t think this would be a good idea. What changed your mind?”
“I, uh, didn’t really change my mind. But you’re really, really attractive…”
I grin.
“And you were here and I felt…you know…things…”
“Turned on?”
She closes her eyes. “Oh my God, yes.”
“Good, good.” A smug pleasure fills me. “I was turned on too.”
“I still don’t know why. I was wearing my fugliest clothes.”
“I love that word.”
“Fugly?”
“Yeah. Fucking ugly. I like to combine words, too.”
“You’re weird.”
I laugh. “Whatever. You’re hot no matter what you wear. You’re especially hot wearing nothing.” I sweep a hand over the bare curve of her hip.