Page 138 of Merry Christmas, You Filthy Animal
“I don’t know, was just kind of excited to have you to myself again, but then the stupid lights came on, and I have no excuse to hold you hostage now.”
I laugh. “Oh, is that what this has been the entire time? A hostage situation?”
“A sexy hostage situation.”
“Uh-huh. Does addingsexymake it better?”
“In my head it does.”
I chuckle. “You won’t want me hanging out here, bothering you.”
“Says who?” he asks, looking around. “As far as I see it, I’m good with you just staying here, preferably naked.”
“You know, Atlas, you never struck me as a horny man.”
“Yeah, well, you’re to blame for that.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. “You stuck my hand up your shirt. Therefore, it’s your fault you unlocked this beast.”
“I don’t recall sticking your hand up my shirt.”
His jaw drops, and it makes me laugh. “Uh, let me just go back to the moment when you changed everything between us.” He sets his plate to the side. “I believe this is how it went. You asked to cuddle. I said yes because I was desperate and needed to be close to you. You turned away, and I spooned you; then you took my hand, put it under your shirt, and asked if it was okay.I said, ‘Uh, yeah,’ because what kind of fool would I be if I said no?”
“I did that because I thought your hand was cold, but you’re the one who caressed my breast.”
“That’s because you put my hand up your shirt. You think I’d lie there and act like my hand needed to be warmed? Fuck no. I was getting a feel in.”
“Either way. You’re horny.”
“So are you! I touched your breasts for a few seconds after you already orgasmed, because I just wanted to tell you how great they were, and then you were like,Don’t stop, and started doing things to my dick I’ve never felt before.” He leans in closer, weirdly examining my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I ask, palming his face and pushing him away.
“Seeing what kind of suction you have on those lips, because it felt like a goddamn vacuum when you were wrapped around me.”
“Oh my God, Atlas.” I shake my head in mirth.
“If awards were given out for hardest suck, you would have won gold.”
“I don’t know if that’s something I should be proud of or not.”
“Yeah,” he says on a sigh. “You should, Betty. You absolutely should.”
“Either way, you’re horny, and I think out of self-preservation, I should go back to my place.” The minute I say the words, I see his entire demeanor fall, like I just told him his puppy died.
“You really want to go back?”
“I mean... I don’t want you to get sick of me or anything. We just started... doing things,” I say awkwardly. “Don’t you think there should be some separation?”
“Uh, no. I think there should be more connection.”
“I’m being serious, Atlas. There are a lot of moving parts between us, and I just want to make sure that we’re doing this whole thing... right. You know? And I don’t want to come off as ungrateful or anything like that?—”
“I don’t want you to stay because you think you owe me,” he says, looking insulted.
“No, I wasn’t saying that.”
“I want you to stay because you want to hang out.”
I let out a heavy sigh, knowing I’m not expressing myself the way that I want. “I do want to hang out with you and not because I feel like I owe you but because I like you. But I also have a lot I need to do in order to prove to Uncle Dwight that I have a better idea than the one he initially thought of. And I have less than a week to do that.”
