Her eyes are big as she looks up at me. “Why not?”
“Because you need to rest. You just had your first time. Your body needs time to recover.”
Her smile turns warm as she looks at me. “You’re the sweetest boyfriend ever, you know that?”
It feels like my heart is tumbling around my chest.
I kiss her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’m gonna do, it’s take damn good care of my girlfriend.” I slip out of bed and pull on my boxers. “First things first, I’m making you breakfast in bed.”
She beams. “Grilled cheese?”
I wink at her. “Of course.”
“Yum.” She reaches up and grabs my arm, pulling me down to kiss her. “You’re making it very hard not to jump your bones,” she says.
I growl against her mouth. “Tomorrow. We’ll have sex again tomorrow.”
“I’m going to start a countdown,” Briar teases as she settles back under the covers.
“So will I.”
* * *
“Should I go shirtless again this time?” I ask Briar.
“Duh. Of course you should.”
I laugh as I take off my T-shirt and put on the scary mask. We’re filming another video for my Instagram account today.
So far, we’ve filmed a handful of videos of me wearing a scary mask featuring Briar, and they’ve all been hugely successful. I’m at nearly a half-million followers now, and I’ve secured two more brand deals.
Briar sets up my phone on my dresser so it’s aimed at my bed.
“I’ll walk back like I’m frightened and stumbling away, then I’ll fall onto the bed,” she says. “Then you step into frame. Standat the foot of the bed and leer over me for a while. Then grab my ankle and pull me toward you.”
I flash a thumbs-up. “Got it.”
She hits record on my phone, then acts out the first part of the video. She’s wearing that black medical mask over the lower part of her face. I watch as she stumbles back while glancing around, a frightened look in her eyes. I smile. She’s such a great actress in these videos. And brilliant too. All of these have been her idea, and each one has gotten millions of views and hundreds of thousands of likes and shares.
She falls back onto the bed. I stalk forward, wearing my usual costume of gray sweatpants, a scary mask, and no shirt.
I do what she directed me to do: I stand at the end of the bed and leer over her, making sure that my body language is a little exaggerated for a more dramatic effect on camera.
Then I grab her by the ankle and pull her down the bed.
We both wait a minute to give a few extra seconds for the end of the video, then I help her up. She steps over to the dresser to stop recording on my phone.
When we take off our masks, we’re both grinning.
I walk up to her. “Nice work,” I say.
She kisses me. “You too. You make an excellent sexy scary man.”
I chuckle, and we both watch the video together to make sure it looks okay. Briar uploads it onto my Instagram account and puts some moody music over it.
“What should the caption be?” she asks me.
I think for a second. “You can run…but I’ll catch you.”
