Page 19 of Looks Real Good Now
“I’m going downstairs.”
“Good luck.”
“Why would I need luck?” Liam hesitated, his hand hovering over the door handle.
“Yesterday was just a warmup. They can’t wait to get one of us alone and try to get more details. The morning is prime time to get that info because your brain is still waking up and you’re less likely to be guarded.”
“Shit, good point. How long will you take to get ready?”
“Twenty minutes.” If I didn’t procrastinate.
“I’ll wait,” he said as he dropped onto the bed, reaching for his phone and revealing the waistband of his boxers and the cut of his lower stomach again. I felt another pulse between my legs, and the slight pressure of squeezing my thighs together sent another aftershock through my core.
I hoped he didn’t notice as I shifted my vibrator somewhere on the bed where he couldn’t feel it.
I thankfully managed to walk out of the room on steady legs.
16
Liam
“Ithink we should go on a date,” I said when a freshly showered Lenny walked back into her room.
“And why is that?” she asked as she sat at her vanity table, pulling her hair out of its pineapple and shaking her curls out. It was the first time I had seen her hair down in years. I was surprised by how much longer it was as she teased it back into shape, the ends now nearly touching the bottom of her shoulder blades.
“Because we’re dating. It’s Christmas in New York and it would be weird if we stayed holed up indoors for the next two weeks,” I reeled off.
“We are only dating in the eyes of four people,” she said as she twisted around to face me, the beam of sunlight from behind the curtains of her window made her brown eyes look golden.
“Who will think it is weird if we stay indoors for the next two weeks,” I pointed out. I also really wanted to get out of the house and go somewhere, anywhere. I needed a distraction, so I was less likely to get lost in thoughts of pressing Lenny against any and all hard surfaces. Now that I knew what she felt likepressed up against my body in the middle of the night, how she sighed herself into an even deeper sleep as she had turned over and rested her head on my chest this morning, it made me imagine all the other sounds I could maybe coax out of her if given half the chance.
Getting outside would be good for both of us. It was unlikely that she had an exhibitionism kink, and I had been followed by enough cameras in my life to wrestle mine into submission.
“Alright, fine. What did you have in mind?” she asked as she expertly parted her hair with her fingers.
Absolutely nothing. Then I remembered a very particular thing about Lenny. “You still do that thing where you have to get a doughnut every time you see one?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Alright, you wanna go get a doughnut?”
“I thought you wanted breakfast. You can’t eat doughnuts for breakfast,” she said as she twisted the front section of her hair back and secured it into a bun on top of her head.
“Alright, Mom. No one said that we were only going to get doughnuts. We can get other food. Like a croissant.”
“Please don’t jokingly call me Mom. Not when I know what your dick feels like against my ass.” She carried about her business casually, like she hadn’t just short-circuited a part of my brain. There was no reason for it to behave like that. All she had said wasdickand it was almost clinical the way she had said it. Except I could still vividly recall the feeling of her up against me and it had feltso good.
“Fine, I won’t call you that again. We should also see the lights at some point before Christmas Eve. Oh, and I want to go to therink at some point.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never gotten to slowly skate around in circles holding someone’s hand before binning it off and drinking boozy hot chocolate instead, and this feels like the perfect time to rectify that situation.” I’d never thought about doing it before, but I wanted to do that with her. Desperately.
“You’re supposed to do those things with a girlfriend.”
I raised my scarred eyebrow. “Is that not what you are?”
She paused for a moment before she sighed. “Technically, yes.”
