Page 20 of Colossal
I’m hit with confusion. “Are youallowed?Of course you are.”
Some of her doubt drains away. “I haven’t been a guest in many places.”
“You’re a guest here,” I say, taking her hand and guiding her through the living room, into the kitchen, which is lit by the late afternoon sun. “You go wherever the hell you want in my house, okay, Fairy Tale? Do whatever you want.”
Her chest dips a little dramatically, her expression almost…grateful? Why?
What am I missing when it comes to this girl?
Obviously, her parents aren’t that strict if the twins are allowed to have boyfriends, right? Hell, they’ve been invited to dinner.
I, however, have not been invited.
I’m trying not to speculate as to why that is. Still…is she embarrassed of me?
Is she worried about bringing home a guy that looks like he could be mistaken for Bigfoot if he goes camping? Maybe. I know Marlow is attracted to me, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of how I look to other people.
As if to mock me, my stomach growls loudly enough to shake the rafters.
Marlow giggles, rubbing her hands on my stomach. “You didn’t get enough to eat at lunch. I was distracting you.”
I stroke her hair back. “Believe me, I didn’t mind.”
She blushes. “Can I get you a snack to make up for it?”
It’s humiliating how much that turns me on. This girl in my kitchen wanting me to eat. Encouraging it. Wanting to make food for me. “Sure. I’d love that.”
“Any preference? Savory or sweet?”
“Surprise me. I just like…”
When I trail off, in disbelief over what I was going to say out loud, she prods me. “You just like what?” I shake my head, my lips pressed in a line. “Eric, you can tell me anything. I mean…” She plays with a button on my shirt, murmuring, “Think of the secret I toldyou.”
That she’s obsessed with my come?
Like I could forget.
“I don’t know, the idea of you serving me food is just hot.” My voice is raspy, due to the subject matter. “It’s something a wife might do.”
Slowly, her eyes turn smoky, like maybe she’s sharing my thought process now, and color me relieved, because she could have easily called me sexist for making that revelation and I would have deserved it. “The idea of having a wife turns you on?”
“No. The idea of havingyouas my wife turns me on.”
Holy shit, I can’t believe she’s letting me talk marriage already and not getting freaked out. I swear she’s a fantasy and I’m going to wake up any minute.
“Go sit down at the table,” she says, giving me a light push in that direction.
I go. Happily.
In fact, I almost break the chair pulling it out so fast. Taking a seat, I watch her move to the refrigerator and tug it open. She disappears from view, blocked by the fridge door while she hums, rooting around for something to feed me, and fuck, my cock is being tortured inside my jeans. All day long, he’s been locked up and strangled while my girlfriend rubbed herself all over me, kissing me before every class.
Speaking of which…
“Marlow,” I say, wincing while I lower my fly to let my erection breathe. “I need to talk to you about switching into your classes.”
I hear her breath hitch. “You want to switch into my classes?” Her head peeks over the refrigerator door, her gaze wistful. Hopeful. “All of them?”
“Yeah. All of them.” Goddamn, my whole body is pounding. “Would you like that?”
