“Starving.”
“Come on, I’ll whip something up.” I slap her ass, and it’s followed by a yelp from her before she gets off of me to find her clothes while I do the same.
“Do you realize we could have done that from the start?” She gives me a look that says told ya while pulling her shirt over her head, and I narrow my eyes at her, pushing her into the couch.
“Shut up, minx,” I hang above her, then press a kiss to her lips that makes her giddy.
Pushing off the couch, I walk toward the kitchen. “You want an omelet?”
“Sounds good.”
I hear how she flips the TV on and I grab everything to make us some food with a cheery feeling. There is a smile sitting on my face that doesn’t want to leave, and I keep glancing over my shoulder at the girl relaxing on my couch. Last summer was great. Last night was great. But today? Damn, today she truly blew my mind. Everything felt different from how I remembered. Like my senses were completely surrendered and addicted to her touch, bringing me a high I’ve never experienced before. Not to mention that I’ve never seen a prettier sight than Kayla sitting on top of me with her pussy covering my dick.
Within a few minutes, I walk back to the couch, holding up two plates with omelets.
“Smells good.” She smiles, taking a plate from my hands. “Thank you.”
We eat in silence, and when we both set our plates back on the table, we lean into the couch, the energy completely sucked out of us.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I ask, not ready to let her go for today.
“Or we can watch a reality show?”
“I’m not watching that crap.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Fine. Can we watch another superhero movie?”
“Ah, you liked Batman, huh?”
She shakes her head with a straight face. “Nah, I just like Christian Bale.”
I shoot her a dull look, a pang of jealousy going through my gut. “Seriously?”
Throwing her head back, she falls into laughter. “No, but you should see your face. Are you jealous, McKay?” She teases, pointing her finger at me.
“No,” I murmur, though I can’t help but feel busted as fuck.
“Don’t worry. Christian Bale is too old for me.”
“Such a relief.” I pull a face and she crawls toward me over the piece of furniture.
“You’re cute when you are jealous.” Her hand strokes the back of my neck in a sweet way while I place my arm around her middle.
“Gee, thanks,” I chortle.
“Can we cuddle?” Her bold stance simmers down a bit, being replaced by a cautious look, showing the teenager she still is. She seems a bit uncomfortable to ask, and I wonder why until she adds, “Is that something friends are allowed to do?”
A smile slips into place. “I don’t know if that’s something friends do, babe,” I tell her honestly. “But you can always cuddle with me.” I pull her close, and with a beaming smile, she settles in the crook of my arm before I turn on the TV.
My lips brush over her hair while I hold her tightly against my side.
Is that something friends do? I’m pretty sure it’s not.
But right now? I don’t care.