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Oh my gosh, his face is adorable.
“I’ve seenThe Blind SideandWe Are Marshallabout ten times each, andPoint Breakis my jam, although I prefer the original version.”
“Smart man,” I agree.
He grins. “But when I’m feeling as shitty as you are right now, there’s really only one series that will suffice.”
“O-kay.” The look on his face is making me suspicious.
Then he starts wiggling his eyebrows. “Mighty Ducks.”
I burst out laughing. “Mighty Ducks?”
“Oh yeah, baby. We’re gonna watch all three.”
With a mock groan, I cover my eyes while he lets out this gleeful little laugh and lines it up. We nestle into the pillows, instinctively leaning toward each other. My cheek is soon resting against his shoulder as I nibble my toast and watch. I think I’ve seen the first one, maybe. I can’t quite remember. It’s kind of old, but in my state, it’s perfect.
And yes, I’m the girl shouting at the screen during the final game, begging the team to win and prove what they’re made of. Not great for the headache, but totally worth it.
Ethan’s laughing at me while he loads up the second movie, and I end up snuggled against his chest for that one, his arm around my back.
Yep. It’s heaven.
And as the second movie comes to an end, my headache has eased while the rest of my body has become hyperaware of his every movement. The way his muscles shift and twitch beneath me. The strength of his body is phenomenal, and my entire body is tingling, making the third movie harder and harder to watch.
I rest my hand across his stomach, desperately wanting to lift the soft cotton and explore the skin beneath. But he pushed me away last night. As my head clears, the memory comes back with more clarity. I wanted to make him come. You know, kind of a little thank-you for carrying me out of that party. Plus, I wanted to hear him moan. I loved the way his fingers dug into my hair, and I wanted to feel his body jerk and fall apart.
I’ve given a couple of blow jobs in my time, and there’s a certain triumph to it, but it wasn’t about that last night. I just wanted Ethan to feel pleasure. Bliss. Ecstasy.
But he wouldn’t let me.
The thought sits ugly and heavy in my stomach, ruining the last movie for me. Why wouldn’t he let me do that for him?
Unless he’s just a really good guy who didn’t want to take advantage of a drunk girl.
I try to focus on that fact, spinning it around until I feel better. He was just protecting me. Being a gentleman.
So, do I…?
My hand inches down his body. He tenses. I grin when I notice the rising tent in his pants, but then he shifts, letting out this awkward laugh.
“Good movie, right? I think the third one’s my favorite.”
I force my eyes back to the screen and nod. “Yeah, it’s great.”
Hiding my disappointment will be impossible if I keep talking, so I grit my teeth and keep my hand on his stomach, begging myself to just focus on the movie and the comfort of being wrapped in Ethan’s embrace.
But it’s damn hard work, and by the time the movie’s done, I’m ready to leave. Being this close to the guy and not being able to do anything about the fire burning through my muscles is a weird kind of torture.
“Well, I should?—”
“Wanna play a game?” Ethan sets his laptop on the desk and pulls out a pack of cards, wiggling them in the air with a grin.
“Huh?”
“A game. Rummy, maybe?”
“You… want to play rummy?”
