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“You like it, don’t you?” he teases.
“I’d rather rub my nuts on a cheese grater than watch another,” I grumble.
“Ah, you really like it. I knew you would,” he says as he scoots over before lying down on the couch, head on my lap.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I stare down at him.
Len rolls onto his back and smiles up at me. “Enjoying TV with you.”
“There’s only one reason I ever want someone’s head down there.”
He makes a show of looking thoughtful. “I just… can’t figure that one out. Ah well,” he says as he reaches up. I foolishly think he’s going to pull me down for a kiss, but instead, he smacks my cheek.
“Thank you for not smelling like an ashtray today. You actually smell good for once.”
I scowl as I consider why I don’t, then decide I don’t want to use that much brainpower on him. “I didn’t do it for you. I don’t smoke all the time. Usually only when I drink and then when I’m angry.”
“Oh no! You must go through what? Five packs a day in that case?”
“I’m only angry when I see your face.”
“Oh wow!”
“Stop with the sass.”
He’s clearly proud of himself as he rolls onto his side as the next show starts. Even though I’d found myself wanting to know what happens next, my eyes travel down to the man on my lap, feeling almost hypnotized by him as my mind runs wild.
In my thirty-seven years have I ever once done something like this? I don’t think I have.
Reaching down, I tug at his hair so he’s well aware this isn’t cute, but it does nothing to deter him. He just flashes me that smile as he glances back at me before turning to the show, and I find it strange.
My parents weren’t very loving. They never hugged me or kissed me as I grew up. So maybe it wasn’t that none of the men I was with wanted to do this kind of stuff… maybe it was that I never let them. Or I thought they were too clingy, so I never met with them again.
So why am I letting this pest?
Fuck…
And why does it feel… comforting?
I tug on his hair again, annoyed he’s making me think stupid thoughts. He twists a little again to eye me.
“You’re so evil!” he declares. “Here I am, giving you the amazing luxury of holding my head, and you repay me with evilness.”
“Exactly,” I say, and as he turns his head back to the TV, I notice something under the collar of his shirt. I run my finger down his neck to hook his shirt and see just the hint of raised skin, probably from a scar. But before I can investigate further, he smacks my hand up and quickly retreats to the other side of the couch.
“Do you want something else to drink? I’ll get you another beer,” he says before hurrying off.
Well… I don’t think that’s how that was supposed to go.
“I haven’t finished my first, I’m fine,” I say as I look behind me to where he’s staring into the open fridge. I have the feeling that he’s seeing something in there that’s quite different from what I can see.
“Let’s play one of your dumb games,” I say before stopping myself. What the hell am I saying or doing? Do I feelguilty? Why the hell would I feel guilty? All I did was touch his neck.
He shuts the fridge and stands still for a moment before turning to look at me. “Okay…”
“Okay?”
Len nods but he looks uneasy as he comes back from the fridge with nothing in his hands. He turns off the show and grabs a controller from a different game thingy and hands it to me.
