Page 216 of Filthy Beautiful
I got the jeans all bunched down around her calves while she squirmed—and then they really got stuck.
In the end, I had to lay her down on a towel on the bathroom floor, legs in the air, and pull them off.
She just about died laughing.
Then I carried her to bed.
* * *
We lay sprawled on my bed together, naked, just cooling off from the shower and the sex. I was on my stomach, and Courteney was on her back, staring at the ceiling. My ceiling fan looped overhead, and the room was pretty dark.
I had no idea what time it was.
After a few minutes, she murmured, “Alexander Roscoe…” It was my real name, the one I was born with. She knew it; most of my friends did, but no one ever called me that anymore. “Hmm. Were you really a geek?”
“Unfortunately.”
“But you’re so handsome.”
“Trust me. No amount of handsome can combat that level of awkward.”
She looked over at me. “I want to see pictures.”
“No.”
She rolled into me and wrapped herself around me. “Why not?”
“Not happening.”
“Pleeease? What if I ask real nice and give you a butt rub?” She ran her hand over my ass and started gently kneading my butt cheek.
I groaned, and grumbled, “Fine.”
“Really?” She stopped rubbing. “I get to see pictures of geeky little Xan?”
“Not if you stop rubbing my butt.”
She giggled and resumed massaging. “Can I see them now…?”
“Later.”
“Promise, though?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
She ran her hand up my back and into my hair. “Okay. I’m gonna pause the butt rub to say something serious now.”
“Mmm,” I murmured noncommittally.
“I love you,” she said, softly, and kissed my shoulder.
I didn’t move. I didn’t say anything.
But I knew that wasn’t cool.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to say anything. I just had to get my shit together before I dared open my mouth… or look at her.
I took a breath, and then I turned my head a bit to look into her eyes. “Do you?”
