Page 19 of Are You Gonna Run?
“Dramatic much? I thought you liked it when I’m all dirty.” Walking over, he pulls me in for a proper kiss. “Thanks for doing my laundry. I appreciate it.”
“Mm don’t say that just yet. I didn’t get a single one of the stains out.”
“It’s okay, your detergent smells better than mine. Send me a picture of which one it is and I’ll bring some to help out. I grabbed more coffee too since I saw you were almost out.”
And now he’s bringing household necessities? How did we get here?
It’s fucking weird, yet as he unpacks the food and sits down at the table, I get the feeling he’s always been here somehow. “Bring some toilet paper, too,” I joke. “And paper towels.”
“You got it. Oh, I was wondering,” he changes the subject as he starts eating. “Do you make wax for like... wax play? Y’know, sex stuff.”
The question makes me choke. “Uhm... yeah, actually. All of my scents are available in low temp wax.”
“Yeah?” He grins, eyes scanning my face eagerly. “You want to try that one of these days?”
Squirming, I pick at my chicken and nod a little bit. “I usually only test them on my wrists just to be sure it’s safe. I’ve never... done anything else.”
“Me either. I was telling my brothers about you and the second Evan asked if you were into wax play, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’m down to try it if you are.”
He’s been spotty with information about his brothers, and now I know why. They’ve been gossiping about me. “I suppose I should thoroughly test my products.”
“You should. You tell your friend about me yet, Burrito?”
“Before we even met, yeah,” I laugh. “And every day since.”
That makes him smile so widely, I blush. “Good. Wait, good things right?”
“Nope. Terrible things, obviously. You’re mean, can’t find my clit, your feet smell, you snore...”
Laughing, he shakes his head at me. “Okay, I see how it is. My brothers thought it was hilarious when I told them about your sleep farts. I recorded a video if you want to see.”
My jaw drops. “My what? You what?”
“Too easy,” he teases, chuckling a little harder. “I was kidding, your sleep farts are our little secret. I only told them about the drool.”
That one’s fair. I do drool. Sighing, I roll my eyes playfully. “Fine, fine. I just won’t cuddle with you anymore then.”
“No no no,” he rushes out. “You don’t have a choice there, girl. I’m bigger, I’ll pin you down if I have to. Plus we both know it’s the only way I’ll get any blankets.”
“Hey, they don’t call me Burrito for nothing. I like my blankets. Maybe you should get your own.” I take a slow sip of my drink to hide a laugh, and it’s his turn to roll his eyes.
“Such a spicy burrito today.”
His hand finds my inner thigh under the table and squeezes, making me clench. Spicy is definitely one way to put it. “Eat your food. You smell like shingles and you’re absolutely taking a shower before you come anywhere near me with wax.”
“I smell like shingles?” This time he moves into my space to tickle me and annoyingly kiss all over my face. “Come on, baby. We know roofing turns you on.”
I don’t think it’s the roofing specifically, but knowing he’s capable, strong, andsmart? Yeah, that does something for me. Breathless from laughing, I force out, “Take it or leave it, sweet pea.”
“Sweet pea?” Eris pulls back to look at me and deadpans. “Did you do a sweet pea wax today?”
No, but I am working on one I’m not ready to tell him about. One I’m not sure if I’ll even finish. “You don’t like the pet name? I’ll try a new one. How about... love muffin? Honey bun? Sugar britches?”
Grimacing, he shakes his head quickly. “You call me sugar britches and I’m calling you waxy panties.” He pinches my nose, hesitating for only a moment before he says, “How about you just call me your boyfriend?”
Whoa, that’s a big word and he’s very close to my face right now. My chest flutters, stomach swoops, and I have every intention of saying yes — but my mouth has other plans. “Eris, we’ve only known each other for like a week. Isn’t it a little soon?”
He shrugs. “You’re the boss there, baby. It’s okay, I’ll try again next week.”
