“Even though I can be a giant dick at times?”
I hear the smile in her voice as she says, “Have you ever seen a video of a snake swallowing an egg?”
“A what?”
She giggles and her breasts rub against my chest with the motion.
“No, I’ve never… Fuck, have you been sneaking some of that chemical plant food you give Bruce?”
She giggles harder, and I grin into her hair as I lock my arms around her waist, soaking her up.
God, I’ve missed her, too. Her and her adorable weirdness.
“But now I have to see,” I murmur against her ear, noticing the way she shivers before she laughs again. “Show me.”
“Okay.” She swallows down her laugh, and I let her go.
The two of us relax into the sofa cushions together, and I spend the next half hour watching her face light up as she shows me video after video of animals doing silly shit. Each one seems to bring another part of her back until she’s beaming and looking as radiant as the Harley I would recognize with a mere glance in any lifetime.
Neither of us mentions the other night again.
And I certainly don’t tell her it was her pink lips I was imagining wrapped around me seconds before my dick exploded with enough cum to fill the Hudson.
There are exceptions… Some things really should be left in the past.
“This place is beautiful. You can’t tell Griffin,” Harley whispers as we walk into the elegant ballroom.
Giant chandeliers are suspended from the ceiling, and there’s a colossal champagne tower on a large circular table as we enter.
“I’ve always wondered what the point of those is. I mean, how do you even take a glass without knocking the whole thing over? It’s like this giant beautiful thing that no one knows how to use properly. What a waste.”
“Some people know what to do with big, beautiful things.”
She laughs and pushes my chest with her free hand, the other wrapped firmly around my bicep. “What, your big book of bad jokes, you mean?”
“Of course. What did you think I meant?”
She looks up at me and grins, her eyes sparkling. Ever since our make up the other day, things have gone from better to incredible. She’s been happy and carefree, laughing easily and flitting around the apartment in her slippers, leaving pink fluffy glitter all over place. The nights we haven’t been out to dinner together, she’s curled up next to me on the sofa while I’ve looked over legislations and statistics. I’ve caught her looking at me, watching me read. But if I look up, she pretends to be engrossed in her own reading. She’s working her way through a few books that Maria’s grandmother sent over from England. Romance books with half naked men on the front. Maybe they’re the real reason she’s smiling, and it’s nothing to do with me at all.
Either way, I’m grateful.
She’s Harley again.
“What’s he like?” Her eyes cast around the packed room, full of government officials, high ranking members of the military, and their partners.
It’s been a full-on day of meetings, talks, seminars. I met the president earlier today, but since then I have only seen him from afar.
“A few inches shorter than me, gray hair, suit. Security detail watching his every move.”
“Idiot.” She giggles. “I mean, what’s helike?”
“Oh, what’s helike?” I mimic her as she rolls her eyes at me. I chuckle and draw her closer, pressing a kiss into her hair, which is swept up into a fancy style at the back of her head. It’s second nature now. I do it without even thinking about whether it’s necessary, whether anyone is watching. “Well, I only spoke to him face to face briefly this morning. But he seems… composed.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harley smiles as a passing waiter pauses by us and offers us both a flute of champagne.
“It means.” I clink my glass against hers. “He’s very aware of what he’s doing. Very calculated, measured. Always noticing, always assessing. I can tell he’s a man that knows what he wants and goes after it. Good traits to have as the President of the United States.”
“Hm.” Harley sounds unimpressed as her gaze roams the room. “You should have asked him about Lincoln. I bet that would have been more interesting.”