Ileaned my back against the counter and pressed my fingertips to my forehead. “Iamupset.”
Hismouth quirked. “No kidding.”
Idropped my hands to my sides and I gazed up at him. Defeated. “And Iknowit’s ridiculous. I know I’m acting like a kid and not a grown woman, but it’sjusthard.”
Heturned the faucet on. “It’s okay for it to be hard, baby,” he said, and Iswallowed my pride. “But, it’s only going to get harder the longer you resist.And who knows? Maybe you’ll like him.”
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And ifanybody could talk me into something like that, it was Devin. I texted my motherback, typing out a message stating I’d love for both her and Richard to come byon Wednesday. She asked if they could stay longer the next day, if we couldhave breakfast and maybe lunch together, and I begged Devin to take Thursdayoff.
Iwent through Tuesday, building up my confidence and convincing myself that Iwould befineand that meeting Richard wouldn’t bethat big of a deal. By Tuesday night, I was laughing about ever finding it areason to panic at all, and I easily fell asleep in Devin’s arms.
Thealarm clock went off at five-thirty in the morning, as per usual, and Devinrolled away from me to blindly smack his nightstand until his hand made impactwith the squealing asshole. He turned it off, and instead of climbing out ofbed, leaving me to sleep for another hour while he went to the gym, he rolledback toward me and nuzzled his face into my hair.
“Heybaby, are you awake?”
Igiggled sleepily. “Kindahard not to be when thatthing sounds like Armageddon every time it goes off.”
“Oh,good,” he sighed, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me into him. “I hadsuch a weird dream.”
“Mm,”I responded, burrowing my back against his chest and finding a comfortable spoton my pillow. “Uh-huh. I’m going back to—”
“Iwas a woman,” he interrupted, lifting his head to rest his chin against myshoulder. “It was so fucking weird. Like, I had a vagina and everything.”
Icouldn’t help myself as I giggled into my pillow. “Oh, I’m sure youlovedthat.”
Heshook his head. “No, I really didn’t. I missed my dick. But, we were stilltogether, and we were lesbians, so I mean … that was kind of hot, I guess, butit got me thinking …”
“Oh,here we go,” I groaned, grinning.
“Wouldyou still be with me if I was a woman?”
“Areyou asking if I love you enough to be a lesbian for you? You don’t even know ifI’d be any good with a woman,” I laughed.
Hechuckled into my ear, tightening his grip around my waist. “Not everything isabout sex, Kylie, but if you handle sex with a woman the way you handle mydick, I’m not too worried about it,” and said dick twitched, hard against myback. “And I trust you know your way around a pussy,” he growled into my ear,and his fingers were untangling from mine, sliding down over my stomach.
Iwrinkled my nose. “Ugh, don’t call it that. It’s so gross.”
“Hmm,”he said, his hand slipping underneath the waistband of my shorts, and I hummedmy drowsy approval. “What do you call this then?”
“Vagina?”I laughed, and I felt his frown.
“Well,that’s not hot at all.” He stroked lightly, just barely touching myhypersensitive skin, aching for him. “What about—”
“Oh,this isgonnabe good, I can tell,” I said, tiltingmy hips to push his hand against me. “God, you’re barely doinganything.”
“That’sthe point. I love driving you insane,” he said against my ear, and I groaned.“Okay, let me think … It should have a cute name. What about, um, Fluffy?” Heactually giggledagainst my ear, tipping his foreheadagainst my temple.
“Ihate you, Devin,” I said, my flat voice surrounded by my own giggles.
“No,no, okay, let’s see … Milky Way?” I turned to him and scrunched my nose. “Yeah,that is kind of gross. Okay, how about … Buttercup?” I didn’t react, and hesaid, “Oh, you like that one.”
“It’snot terrible,” I admitted, and I found myself smiling.
“Well,why doesn’t Buttercup hop on and give me something to help me get through theday without her?”
“Whydon’t you just come to work with me?” I asked, rolling toward him and pressingmy hand to his chest. “Then, on my lunchbreak, you and Buttercup can spend sometime together up in the loft …”
