Page 60 of Storm in a Teacup
My mouth opens to speak, but Ben beats me to it.
“I think we’re blurring the lines of our agreement,” he says roughly.
I swallow. “Agreed. The kiss was probably a mistake, right?”
“Right. I mean, great kiss.”
“Yeah,” I concur. “Anything more like that will confuse things.”
“Yeah.”
And that’s that. We continue to wash the dishes in silence. Once all the dishes are cleaned and dried, I bid him goodbye. It takes a little effort, but I get him to let me head back to my place alone. He offers to walk me back about a thousand times beforeI finally make it out the door.
“Fine,” he laments. “But I expect a ‘home’ text with a picture of Oscar Wilde.” He opens the door for me and then adds, “Actually, while we’re at it, I expect daily pictures of Oscar Wilde. I think I deserve it.”
“You ‘deserve’it?”
“Yeah. For being so handsome. Handsome people get things like that all the time.”
“Sure.”
“I can send you daily pictures of something in return. I’m not sure what, though.” I involuntarily glance at his crotch. My eyes shoot back up, but he catches me. “Oh ho! Is that what you want?”
“No!” I argue. “I don’t want daily pictures of…ofthat.”
“Well, if I were to send daily dick pics, I would expect daily pictures of a different kind of cat.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Ew. Don’t call it that.”
He wrinkles his nose back at me. “Yeah, I regretted it as soon as I said it. Kitty?”
“Hell no.”
“Honeypot?”
“No.”
“Fanny.”
“Eh.”
“Lady parts.”
“Ben. Just say pussy or something normal.”
He steps closer and says, “Pussy.” He looks me up and down. “What are your feelings on the word that starts with C? I know Americans don’t like that word.”
“I don’t have an issue with it.”
He leans close and says, “Cunt,” in my ear.
I angle back and cackle. “Okay, unprompted, I’m not sure how I feel about it.”
“Would you like it if I said it to you in the bedroom?”
I gulp. “Ben, we literally just agreed to keepoutof the bedroom. We were both a part of that conversation, were we not?”
“I’m only asking a simple question.”
