Suddenly, I think about him lying in my bed, and my nipples tighten. I won’t deny how good it felt waking up in his arms this morning. Billy is easily the most handsome man I’ve ever been with. I blurt out my idea before I can change my mind. “What about friends with benefits?” I swore I’d never do that again, not after Ezra and I went up in flames, but maybe this would be different. “You’re already pretending to be my baby daddy. I’ll pretend to be your girlfriend, and privately we just do the sleepover thing like we did last night and see where it goes.”
His mouth tugs up as his stare gets heated. “I can tell you where it’ll go.”
I feel my face flush and let out a laugh. “Slow down, you animal. Let’s make this official.” Reaching into my bag, I pull outa pen, but I don’t have any paper, so I take a napkin, open it, and press it flat.
His eyes twinkle with humor. “Whatcha doing? Writing a contract on a napkin?”
“Exactly. That way we have a plan.” I list out my end of things.
What Roxy will do:
1. Be the best fake girlfriend Billy’s ever had and go on dates to fix his rep.
2. Cheer for Billy at his games and be his number one fan.
3. Cook him delicious meals when her schedule allows.
4. Offer unlimited snuggling.
5. Maybe explore friends with benefits.
Then I slidethe napkin over to him. “What do you think?”
He looks like he’s trying not to laugh. “Unlimited snuggling?”
I nod, suddenly feeling shy. “You’re a good snuggler.”
He smiles and returns the napkin to me. “I’m down for all the snuggles. What about me? List out what you expect from me.”
I grab my pen again.
What Billy will do:
1. Snuggle Roxy every night and tell her she smells good.
2. Sleep without a shirt so Roxy can appreciate those big muscles.
3. Let Roxy name him on the birth certificate of the baby.
I’m nota hundred percent convinced that last one is a good idea, but he did offer. I can always reconsider.
Tapping my bottom lip, I shake my head. “Almost forgot something.”
Under “Roxy,” I add another item.
6. Never askBilly for child support or anything monetary.
I returnthe napkin to him. “So when you’re a hotshot NFL player, you won’t have to worry about me trying to empty your bank account.”
“I know you’d never do that.” He looks my list over. “Why do I only have three requirements and you have six? Doesn’t seem fair.”
“My number three is a doozy, and we both know there’s nothing I can do to repay that favor.”
His eyes go soft. “I just want to help, Rox. Whatever that means.”
“I know. And I’m really grateful.” I sign and date the napkin and hand him the pen. He does the same.
“We really should start saving for the bean’s college fund,” he teases. “That shit will cost an arm and a leg by then.”
