Page 90 of The Recovery Coach
“Yeah.I talked to Jayden the other day.He reminded me of parts of myself I’d been missing for years without ever realizing.I need a change.”
“Do I get to cut it too?”
Livy took a bite.“Do you remember how?”she asked around her mouthful.
He shrugged.“YouTube is way better nowadays.”
They watched tutorials while they ate, and by the time they finished tidying the kitchen after their meal, Hazy had a whole plan.
“Which bathroom do you feel like dyeing pink today?”Livy asked.
“Mine,” he said.At least if his bathroom turned pink, nobody else would ever see it.
“You sure?”
He frowned.“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Picture this.”She made an imaginary frame with her hands, grinning.“You have a gorgeous woman in your bed.She needs to pee.Gotta avoid those UTIs, you know?”Livy winked.“You don’t think anything of it, but when she comes back, she asks,” Livy put on a valley girl accent, “‘why the fuck is your bathroom pink?’”
“How do you come up with this stuff?”He couldn’t help his cheesy grin even as his stomach revolted at the idea of another woman in his bed.
“It could happen,” Livy said.
It could happen.Theoretically.However, nobody he slept with expected him to be faithful.They all knew they were one of many.When he decided to get back out there, nobody would question a pink-stained shower, toilet, and floor.
Hazy followed Livy to her room as she stripped out of her shirt.
“I’m not worried about it,” he said, shaking his head.
She faced him, walking backward toward her room.Her tits jiggled with her bouncing walk.He sucked in a breath at the sight of her.They’d caught glimpses of each other naked many times.Skinny-dipping as rebellious teenagers.Walking in on each other during inopportune moments.Every time Hazy watched her stand in her underwear staring into her closet.Every time she tried on ten different outfits before deciding what to wear.Which had been a lot while she fast-tracked her new relationship.
Watching her undress over the past few weeks had been...different.He tried not to look.She trusted him not to look.Sometimes he failed.He didn’t know if it was that he knew every time he put her in a dress, Lover might get to take her out of it, or if he’d gone far too long without sex.Maybe a mix of both factors.But lately the action felt like a tease.
It used to be mechanical.Quick.Casual.Like in the locker room.These days her tops seemed to come off a little slower.Her hips may have shimmied a little to wiggle out of her pants.Her ass might have swayed more when she walked.There was nothing concrete to point to.She wasn’t acting weird.He was the weirdo.Livy would never cheat on Lover, so it had to be in his head.
Her choice in undergarments had also shifted.The practical cotton panties she favored disappeared, cheeky lace numbers that matched her bra taking their place.
Dwelling on why that might be caused bile to rise in his throat.His two best friends doing the nasty should never pop into his brain.Even if they were both beautiful and he might consider being a third if they ever asked him.
Fuck.No.Get your head out of the gutter, man.
He stared too long, and she called him out, waving a finger between her tits and face.
“Hey, eyes up here.”
He laughed it off, but his ears got hot.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
She shrugged and twisted around, putting her back to him.
“No, it’s fine.I’ve got a great rack.Thanks for finally noticing.”
Hazy’s retort got caught in his throat.He sputtered over his words, “I wasn't noticing.”
“You were totally noticing.”
They reached her bedroom door, and she paused there, facing him and leaning a hip against the doorframe.She crossed her arms under her cleavage, lifting it higher.He looked away, rubbing his neck and hoping his cheeks would cool off.
