“The ground is quite uneven,” she declares, pushing her hair out of her face. “Who should I ask about making it better?”
“How about me?”
“You?” She blinks slowly. “Can you make the ground even now?”
“In a manner of speaking.”
I put her arm around my neck and pick her up. She gives a soft yelp and clasps her hands to hold on to me. The move pulls her so close that her breasts are crushed against my chest. Heat sears through me, my cock perking up.
Not now. At least not so much that it pokes her.
She gazes up at me, her eyes wide. “I’m too heavy,” she whispers.
I tighten my arms, enjoying the solid feel of her as I carry her into the house. “If I wanted to hold cotton balls, I would. I want to hold you.”
“What if you hurt your back? I need to lose, like, forty pounds.”
“Won’t happen, Ai—Ailee Klein.” I catch myself before I call her Ai-chan because she feels so lovely and sweet in my arms. “And you don’t. You’d turn into a stick.”
She nods, taking me seriously. I like how alcohol has mellowed her out, made her more pliable and honest about what she wants. Love it that she changed her mind so quickly about the forty pounds—as if!—without arguing. I want her to see that she’s wonderful the way she is. There’s nothing she should feel compelled to change about herself.
“Oh, oh, wait!” She looks up as we get to the stairs. “Who do you think I should ask about my missing underwear? God seems a bit…too high on the pay grade.”
“The ghost that took them?” I say smoothly, hoping she didn’t notice the slight flexing of my fingers.
“They were my favorite. Where did it go with them?”
“To hell?” I quip, feeling like I might just go there myself for lying to her when she’s looking at me with such trust.
“No. It’s just a pair of panties. Let’s not be so mean.” She sighs. “I just want them back.”
“Maybe you can ask to have another pair delivered. Or better yet, I’ll get you some.”
She laughs, the pink in her cheeks getting rosier.
“I’m serious.”
She stops laughing, but her mouth remains curved. “This is so nice. To be able to ask and be confident that the answer is more likely than not a yes.”
I open the door to her room, then place her gently on the bed. Her hair spreads around her like a cloud, and she lookslike an angel, eyes glazed and mouth pouty. I should pull away and leave, but my palms stay rooted to either side of her pretty, flushed face. I can’t tear my gaze from her. My heart beats faster. My mouth dries as the blood boils in my veins. I want so badly to kiss her, to see the violet of her eyes turn dark with desire.
She sighs, her eyes growing slightly droopy. “Coco told me you’ll be done with me if we sleep together. Even once. What do you think about that?”
“She’s deluded. I don’t think I could ever be ‘done with you.’”
Klein purses her lips. “I think you’re mistaken there.”
What?“Why?” I ask, aghast that we went from having Klein accepting that the world is much kinder and accommodating than she expected tothis.
“’Cuuuuz… You never tried anything. With me.” Klein pouts.
My dick is instantly, fully erect.Prove her wrong. Try something—now.
No, no. Shut up. She’s really drunk. “I kissed you.”
“And stopped. Was it…not good?”
I scowl. It was the best kiss I’ve ever had.
