Her cheeks flush. “Thank you. But I like that shit.”
“Then don’t complain.”
She flips me off.
I grab her wrist, bring her finger to my lips, suck on her fingertip.
Her knees press together. “I will do my hair before I fuck you.”
“While you fuck me?”
She shakes my head. “In my shower cap? No. Wait.” She giggles as she pulls her finger back. “I’m skipping too many steps. You can’t see me in a shower cap.”
“I bet you look fucking amazing?”
She shakes her head.
“Twenty bucks.”
“Who are you, Dean?”
I shudder. “Never say that again.”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll punish you.”
“You’re not doing a good job convincing me.”
I take my last bite, chew, swallow. “Or I won’t punish you.”
She laughs. “That’s better.”
“What if I wear one too.”
She brushes my hair up my head, first the right side, then the left. “Hmm. I think you’ll look more ridiculous than I will.”
“I wore a cap on swim team.”
“You did not.”
“I did.”
“You have pictures?”
“I was twelve, you perv.”
She laughs. “How about you recreate it for me later?”
“Sure.” I press my lips to hers. “In Hawaii.”
Her lips curl into a frown. It’s a quick thing. A second, and she’s smiling again. “Okay. Come with me.”
I follow her to the bathroom.
She places the lid on the toilet seat, motions for me to sit.
I slide my arms around her waist instead.