“Happy birthday, best buddy!” I smile, ignoring his shocked and frozen state as I hug him, kissing his cheek.
Jace immediately recovers, wiping off my kiss with a look of pure disgust. “I don’t want your grimy Wilder lips on me, CJ. Go brush your teeth this instant!” he yells and I roll my eyes at how extra he’s being right now.
“What makes you think that we did anything? We could’ve just spent the night talking!” I shoot back, resting my hands on my hips to stand on my lies.
Jace gives me an unimpressed look, resembling a disappointing dad and all-knowing best friend. “Babe, you reek of sex and ocean water. Let’s be so serious right now.”
My mouth drops, I don't smellthatdamn bad. I’m about to stick with my lie and protest his absurdities when Blake sidles up to me and places a heavy arm over my shoulder. Jace’s eyes widen a fraction larger, looking us over.
“I’m gonna fucking barf. This is grosser than when we kissed,” he gags, a faint smirk hidden in his eyes as I roll my own.
“Darling, these are the best lips on the Western side of the world,” I tut, folding my arms over my chest. I look up at Blake for a semblance of backup, but eyes scream internal laughter as he remains quiet in our ‘bestie battle’.
“Sure they are, doll. Anyways, I’ve got a little minx to catch. I’ll see you later, CJ. And Wilder…don’t kill my best friend, they only made one of her in the bow-loving, donut-eating factory and I’d rather not lose the one that was gifted to me by said factory.” Jace chuckles, patting Blake’s cheek as he steps around us in the doorway, pulling down his sunshades.
I tilt my head, jaw agape at his actions as Blake and I watch Jace casually strut towards his car.
“Little minx?” I whisper as Blake scrunches his nose.
“I’m still stuck on you talking about your lips…” He sighs, gently pushing me into the house shaking his head.
“They’re divine aren’t they? I got them for free!” I tease, twirling on my heels.
The smile Blake gives me is full of amusement and light as he locks the door behind himself. We sit in silence for a few moments, taking one another in. It’sthen, in the silence of one another, that I realize two things: One, Jace was right, we reek of the ocean and sex. And two, we’re the only people here.
Blake seems to realize it at the same time as me. He gently wraps his arms around my waist, but I don’t miss the small glimmer in his eyes.
“Jump,” He commands in a voice so deep and sultry it has my tummy boiling with heat.
Now, usually when a man tells me to do anything of the sort with any type of commanding tone, I’m quick to clap-back.
However, Blake Wilder is a walking wet dream and if he tells me to ‘jump’like that,I’m asking“how fucking high?”
Immediately, I do as told, and wrap my legs around his waist with my arms around his neck. Blake’s palms fall to my ass, squeezing in a teasing manner before securely holding me against him, the action has me beaming. I try to play it cool as I look down at him, but the playful smirk he sends back up to me has me giddy like a schoolgirl girl in front of her crush.
I smile so hard, I think my cheeks are broken.
He walks me up the stairs with ease, never breaking eye contact with me as he enters his bedroom, crossing straight over to his bathroom. It’s only when he sets me down on his sink that I realize Blake’s ears are redder than a hot tamale as he sheepishly looks around.
“Can I…” He chews on his bottom lip, looking everywhere but me. His confidence suddenly replaced with that of a nervous boy.
“Can you…” I narrow my eyebrows playfully, analyzing his jittery figure.
“Can I wash your hair?”
Have I ever mentioned that my heart has grown three sizes bigger since meeting Blake? If I haven’t, then let me reiterate. My heart, like the Grinch's, has grownexponentially. Blake has the key to my heart and the lock that's used to hold it together.
I nod, unable to contain my excitement as Blake beams up at me. “Oh, Princess, I’m going to wash your hair so fucking good, you’ll want me as your personal hairstylist.” He smirks, planting a fat juicy kiss upon my lips beforeducking into the cabinets under the sink to get shampoo, conditioner, and the Pineapple Pina body wash that I normally use.
“How’d you–”
“Jace left it in here, he uses it all the time. This, and a citrus one.” Blake shrugs, unknowingly filling my heart even more.
That fucker Jace loves me, I know he does.
Blake pauses a beat, watching me carefully as I look up at him. “Now, if I fuck up your hair, please don’t kill me!” he disclaims, turning on the shower and checking the temperature.
As he does so, it gives me the chance to look over the vast bathroom. There are black modernized appliances throughout the house that complimented the boys well but what stood out in the bathroom the most is Blake’s comic-themed shower curtain.
