“Nah.” I kept my eyes on the screen. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. “I figured I’d stay home.”
“And miss your chance to see all the girls in their sexy costumes?” His voice was tight, like he was trying to keep his tone even.
“In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m not exactly interested in any girls right now.”
“Does that mean… are you…” He swallowed hard. “Are we…”
“I don’t know what’s going on between us, but there’s something.”
“But we haven’t… you know, in a while.”
I grinned and booped him on the nose with my fingertip. “Use your big boy words, kitten, and say fucked.”
“Ugh. You’re so annoying!”
“You like it.”
“I do.” He smiled shyly. “I must be crazy, but I really do.”
“Me too.” I cleared my throat and turned my attention back to the screen, not really seeing it. “I’ve kind of been over the party scene for a while.”
“Really?” he asked softly.
“Yeah. It’s always the same thing. Dealing with drunk people and their shit, usually ending with me pissed off and leaving.”
“Doesn’t sound like a good time.”
“It’s not. Hasn’t been for a while.”
“What about hooking up?”
“What about it?”
“Just… that seems to be part of the party scene. Have you been…”
“Have I been getting my dick wet while we’ve been fucking?”
“Have you?”
I turned to him. The vulnerability on his face and in his eyes was staggering.
“No, Jules. I haven’t.”
“Oh.” He looked away, but not before I saw the smile that stretched his lips. “Not that I have any right to say anything about what you do, but since we’re… are we still… you know?”
“You’re going to have to learn to say the words, kitten.”
“Are we going to fuck again?”
My dick pulsed, and heat shot through my abdomen.
“Yeah, we’re going to fuck again.” I smirked.
He let out a little gasp, his pretty lips parting.
“But not yet.”
“Is it because of what happened?” His cheeks colored a pretty red. “You don’t want to touch me?”