She smirks like the devil, and I reach out to tickle my hand against her rib cage. “Ah! Stop that!” She squeals and jolts away from my touch. “It’s too early for that shit, Andy!”
“Kind of like how it’s too early for you to start slapping the shit out of me?” I attempt to tickle her some more, but she dodges away from my hands like she’s fucking Neo from the Matrix.
“Okay! Okay!” She waves the white flag. “I give up! Stop flipping tickling me, you lunatic!”
“Fine.” I chuckle and make a show of putting my hands on my stomach. “And you didn’t kiss me that night.”
“You lying bastard!” Birdie slaps me again and sighs a frustrated breath, brushing her hair away from her face with her hands. “And now, I’m demanding you tell me what else I actually did and said when I got accidentally high off a freaking brownie.”
“You really want to go down this conversational path?”
“Yes.” She nods and steers a pointed look in my direction. “And you’re going to tell me.”
“Well…” I pause, unsure if I should really give her all the dirty details of how she’d tried to get me into bed with her. Taking into consideration that she’s only slapped me once, I’d say this morning is going pretty fucking well. Frankly, I’d prefer for us to continue heading down the good-morning path with another round of fantastic sex.
“Andy, spit it out already.”
“You were mostly just rambling about Taco Bell, and you begged me to put a frozen pizza in the oven. A pizza you fell asleep before eating, mind you.”
“This is shit you already told me.” She quirks a knowing brow. “When did the whole ‘I haven’t had sex in over a year’ thing come up? Surely, it wasn’t between tacos and pizza…”
“That came up after you decided to take off all your clothes in my hallway.”
Her eyes go wide, and her cheeks flush pink.
“See, that look is exactly why I don’t think we should rehash it all,” I mutter.
For whatever reason, seeing her embarrassed makes me uncomfortable.
Seeing her pissed and angry at me? Yeah, I dig that fire of hers.
But shame? Humiliation? I’m not a fan.
“It’s fine, Andrew,” she responds. “I think anyone would be a bit embarrassed if they were in my shoes.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not a fan of seeing you feel that way.”
She searches my eyes for a long moment, my words spurring questions I can discern in her mind. But quickly, she schools her face and taps my abdomen with a persistent index finger. “Tell me the rest.”
I blow out a breath. “You’re really not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope.”
“After you got naked, you made yourself comfortable in my bed and started talking a whole lot about sex. How my bed was making you think about sex. And then, you tried your hand at convincing me to join you in bed.”
“Holy shit. I propositioned you?” she asks, and I’m shocked to see a slightly tickled smile slide across her pretty lips.
“And you’re amused by this?”
She shrugs, and a giggle pops from her mouth. “I mean, I put the Andrew Watson in a situation where he had to deal with a naked woman propositioning him for sex, and he couldn’t do anything about it besides make a fucking frozen pizza.” More giggles follow her words. “It’s absurd.”
“I’m so glad you’re finding my misery this hilarious.” I smirk and run a hand through my hair.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I appreciate that you didn’t take me up on it.”
“I might be an asshole sometimes, Birdie, but I’ll never take advantage of someone’s vulnerability.”
Especially hers. If anything, you go all caveman and want to shield her away from the rest of the world when she’s helpless and exposed…
“But I’m glad you didn’t hold back last night,” she adds, and a sexy little smile appears on her lips.
“Me too,” I respond without hesitation. “But where does that leave us now?”
“I’m not entirely sure.” She shrugs, staring down at the sheets and picking at the fabric with her fingers.
Quiet spreads between us again, and I search her face for answers.
Was last night just a one-off thing? God, I hope not. No way I’ve gotten my fill of her yet. Pretty sure we need to repeat what we did about a thousand more times before I’ll even come close to being satisfied.
“You think maybe we should give it another go? Just to see if it’s still that fucking good between