Page 132 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?
Shit. She was right.
Reluctantly, I removed myself from the best place on earth and went to retrieve my phone from my pants. And sure enough, it was my little brother.
"Hello?" I answered, doing my best to smother my annoyance.
"Don't act so excited to hear from me, bruh."
"What do you need, Archie?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to say hey. See how your big night out was going."
"It's going great."
"Good."
A moment passed, while my eyes took in Astrid laying on the couch, looking like a queen. No offense to my brother, but I couldn't wait to go back to her.
"What do you need, Archie?" I asked again.
"Okay, so here's the thing..."
I only half-listened because, well, just her existence was distracting, and the fact that she was naked? Fuck me.
But it was something about a friend, food, a zombie apocalypse, and needing money. So cutting to the chase, I quickly sent him a hundred dollars, anything to get off the phone.
Interrupting his shocked thank you speech, I told him to only call me in case of an emergency, to which he argued that this was an emergency, forcing me to hang up and toss my phone aside, quickly taking my place back on top of Astrid, shifting most of my weight to the side.
"Where were we?" I asked, grateful for her smile.
The truth was most women would have been annoyed by something like that, by Archie's huge presence in my life. But not Astrid. She was beaming at me.
Her hand reached up to my bicep where she began stroking my skin. "So tell me what happened at McDonald's."
McDonald's? The question seemed so out of the blue, it took a second to figure out what on earth she was talking about. But then I remembered the comment I'd made that day in the closet, and I laughed.
"You really want to know? Right now?"
"Yes, I've been dying to know."
"It's, uh, kind of gross."
"Tell me," she insisted.
Please don't let this totally ruin the mood.
"So one time Archie went up into this rocket thing in the play area, and after a while, he called down to me, yelling to everyone that he'd pooped and he needed me to come up there."
She collapsed into giggles. "Oh, my God, no."
"Right? But what could I do? I had no choice. And let me tell you, it's not fucking easy for a person my size to maneuver in those small spaces. So I went up there and tried to get him to come down. But he wouldn't. Not until he had on clean underwear."
She snort-laughed, and it was adorable. "So what happened?"
"So I had to go down and get some, then squeeze my waybackup there, help him change in this tiny, wobbly rocket ship, handle the poopy underpants, and get us both back down."
Her laughter made me laugh too, our bodies rubbing together, her bare breasts enticing me with every little movement. My God.
Once she finally quieted, she asked, "How old was he?"
