Page 38 of Ugly Duckling
Give me strong thighs and defined backs over a supermodel any day.
“I think you’re sweet.” She smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “But seriously. I was a very unattractive girl when I was in high school. I had plenty of people tell me so.”
This again. “I think that you’re going to have to trust me on this, sweetheart. You were a star in my every teenage fantasy. Every girl I was ever with was always compared to you.”
She shook her head. “You don’t mean that.”
She really thought I was joking.
“Text Rocky,” I said. “Ask her about senior year, and how I asked her if I thought you’d say yes if I asked you to prom.”
“And she told you that I would say no?” she wondered.
“She told me that you would probably say yes, but then back out last minute.”
She winced.
“I probably would’ve done exactly what she said.” She shook her head. “You were really popular in high school. We would’ve drawn a lot of attention, and I would’ve had to hear everyone’s whispers about what the hell was going on.”
“Not that popular.” I chuckled. “I lost my popularity real fast when I had Jett. Everyone hated me, and even worse, hated that I was no longer interested in spending time with them. Plus, a baby is a real mood killer. No teenage girl wants to go out on a date with a guy that has to bring his infant with him.”
“I would’ve been more than happy,” Sutton said softly.
I reached for her foot that was floating in the water between us and gave it a squeeze. She let out a groan.
“Hurt?” I asked.
“Like the devil,” she admitted, shifting in the water.
The way she moved caused the bubbles of the hot tub to disperse slightly, and I got a good look at the juncture of her thighs before they were once again covering her.
The small peek made my dick, which hadn’t gone down an inch, bob just shy of the surface of the water.
Fuck, but she was so pretty.
I slowly started to massage her foot, using both hands to do it, but the position was awkward for her so I said, “Scooch to the middle seat.”
She moved to the seat that was directly next to mine. My feet were on the bench next to her chair, and she reached down and planted her hand on my shin for purchase as she extended her leg out to me once again.
I took her foot into my hand and really started to dig into the arch of her foot.
She groaned. “That hurts and feels good all at the same time.”
“Most good things in life do,” I teased.
Our eyes met, and I knew she got what I meant.
Something passed between us, a knowledge that this was leading somewhere that neither one of us expected.
I’m not sure who moved first, but seconds later I had her pulled into my arms and I was kissing the hell out of her, and she was kissing me back.
Seven
Undiagnosed, but somethin’ ain’t right.
—Sutton to her mom
SUTTON
