Page 64 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
Rose turns on her butt when I sit. “You boys have fun measuring dicks?”
Flynn rubs his tong-free hand down his face. “Jesus, Rose.”
She laughs, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.
“You cold?” I take off my sweater. “Here.” I hold it out to her, trying veryveryhard not to stare at her pointed nipples.
I almost succeed.
“Aw, your old man cardigan?” She takes it, putting her arms through the sleeves. “Aren’t you sweet.”
“Old man is right,” Flynn grumbles, like he’s forgotten our intimate little chat just minutes ago. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Your age. That’s how old.” Rose wraps the open front around her.
Flynn grumbles.
“And even if he wasn’t, you get no say if I want to cruise the senior center for dates.”
“What the?” I lean back, affronted. “I’m not even close to being a senior.”
“Well, actually.” Jackie wiggles in Flynn’s lap, trying to sit up straighter. “Seeing as you’re thirty-six, you have less years to reach senior status at sixty-five than you have lived.” She pushes up her glasses. “So it depends on your definition of close.”
Fuck. She’s right.
And by the look on Flynn’s face, the truth hit him hard as well.
“Now, now.” Rose scoots over until she’s on my lounge chair, lifting my arm and putting it around her shoulders. “Don’t make Vance feel bad about his age.” She winks at me. “That’s my job.”
“Har, har.” I am not amused. But like a moth to a flame, I can’t help but hold her close. And pretend not to notice how well she fits.
Whether in heels, glitter, or my T-shirt, Rose fits.
“Come on.” Rose snags her phone out from under the lounge chair and settles back against me. “I’ll show you that Pinterest video I was telling you about. The one with the glitter refinishing for the KitchenAid mixer.”
I ignore Flynn’s pointed look. “Sounds awesome.”
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#PinterestWorthy
Rose
“Didyou actually get worse at this?” I hike up my midi-length skirt and curl my legs under me.
Vance’s fingers fumble over my buttons.
“Give me a break. I don’t do this every day like you do.” He shifts up higher on his ass, bracing himself on the front of my sofa.
“Please.” I shimmy over, closing the gap between us on the living room floor. The hand-knotted silk rug feels soft and silky across my bare legs. “You do too do this every day.” I lift my shoulders and dip down. If he wanted, all he’d have to do was look over to get a glimpse down my shirt. “I’ve watched you.”
He looks over, his hands still on the remote control. “You’ve watched me?” The Fortnite battle he’s been playing and losing for the past twenty minutes rages on.
“Yep.” I trail my finger up his thigh.
He tries his best not to be affected.
It’s cute how he tries.
