Page 10 of Sofa King Cute

“Hey, that’s a compliment too, right?” I could be wrong. “At least I think it’s huge. I’ve never seen one in person. Not that I’m asking to see yours!” I rush to add, although I wouldn’t exactly stop him.

Julius’s eyes pop open, and he’s staring at me, not saying a word.

“What I’m saying is, I’ve seen them on a screen a couple of times. A girl gets curious, you know? I read about it and saw a couple of sneak peeks with the Max subscription my parents had."

I’m rambling, and I don’t know how to stop. Julius stares down at me, blinking slowly.

"I think it matches you, you know. It's proportionate.”

I stupidly move my hand up and down like I’m one of the girls on The Price Is Right, and his dick is the prize. I quickly jerk my hand back, and Julius’s brow pulls together, his expression unreadable. The silence is too much for me. I can’t stand it, so I keep going.

“But it's like a compliment, right? That I can make it like that.” Do not point at it, Liv. Don’t do it. “You know.” Even as I’m telling myself not to do it, I point right at his dick.

“What you’re doing right now isn’t going to help it go away.”

“Right!” I drop my finger and decide to shove both of my hands into my pockets for safety. This is where I should tell him that I’m leaving, but I don’t want to. I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t ask whether it’s ever done that around me before or if it’s because I’m in his bedroom.

“Do you want a strawberry soda?”

“Strawberry soda is my favorite!” Anything is better than telling me it’s time to go, but I really do love it.

“I know.” Julius steps past me and walks out of the bedroom.

“How do you know?” I follow behind him, and my eyes linger on his backside. It totally beats Captain America’s ass. Sorry, Steve Rogers, you’ll have to be second. America’s Ass vice president.

“You get it at the diner,” he says.

“I only let myself get it there. If I keep it in the house, I’ll drink all of it.”

“You can drink all of it. I’ll get more.” He opens the fridge to reveal two straight rows of strawberry soda. They all face forward, each soda can in the same position.

His fridge is packed full and perfectly organized. It reminds me of one of those videos where the people unload their groceries and line all the items up inside.

“I should have known,” I laugh, snagging one of the sodas.

“That I’d buy you more?” That’s sweet, but I think Julius is only being polite.

“That your fridge would be so organized. It’s very you.” I pop the top of the soda and take a sip. Julius glances inside the fridge and then back to me.

“You don’t like it?”

“What? I didn’t say that. I actually kind of love it. I could never keep it up because I cram everything in. But I do love watching organization videos. It gives me hope that maybe one day I’ll get to it.”

“I could come organize your fridge,” he offers. How does everything he says make me want to melt?

“You’d really do that, wouldn’t you?”

“If you asked.”

“As opposed to breaking in and doing it.” I laugh. “That would be kind of funny. Someone breaks into your house to clean.”

“I’ve never seen the organizing videos, but I like watching yours.”

Whoa. He watches my videos? Honestly, I didn’t think Julius would have TikTok. “You watch them?” I suddenly feel shy.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, and my shoulders drop.

“You don’t want to answer my question?” I’m not letting him out of it now.

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