Page 83 of Faking it For Summer

“Yeah. Okay, my turn,” I say.

“Your turn?” She looks at me in confusion.

“To practice how I would snuggle next to you.”

She rolls off me and lies flat on her back. I move over to her, place my hand at the bottom of her T-shirt, and slide it up under her shirt on her stomach. She sucks in a shaky breath as she gazes at me, eyes wide.

“When two people are in love, they have a familiar touch,” I say as I run my fingers across her skin. “You can’t gasp every time I touch you.”

“I know,” she says, “I just?—”

“You just what?” I slide my fingers farther, under the curve of her breasts, then stop.

She bites down on her lower lip. “I just … nothing.”

I pull my hand back from under her T-shirt. She looks disappointed, and I wonder if she wanted what I wanted—to play with her nipples, to pull her T-shirt up and suck on her breasts—but that would be taking this way too far. It’s not like I am going to be sucking on her nipples in front of our family and friends.

“Should we watch your movie?” she asks, and I nod. “Shall we turn out the lights?”

I turn the lights off at the switch by the door. When I get back to bed, we get under the sheets, and she snuggles into the crook of my arm again as I find a Kate Hudson movie that she loved when we were younger.

“This one is so funny,” she says.

“Oh, yeah?” I run my fingers down the side of her face casually.

“Yeah, she has to convince him that she’s crazy to get him to dump her.”

“I kind of remember this movie,” I’m staring at her, not the TV screen.

Mia laughs at some of the antics on the screen, and I delight at the sound of her voice. It’s nice, being here with her, having her next to me.

“I want to see something.”

“What’s that?” I ask her.

“Well, I was thinking that when we go out next time, I should sit in your lap.”

“Oh?” I freeze.

“Yeah.”

She rolls over, and the next thing I know, she’s straddling me. She slides back and forth, her panties grinding on top of my cock. I look up at her innocent, wide eyes.

“I feel like I should know how to sit in your lap properly.”

“Well, right now, you’re doing more than sitting in my lap.”

“What do you mean?”

“Right now, I’m lying flat on my back, and you’re straddling me, Mia.”

“Yeah, otherwise known as sitting in your lap.”

“Well, I’m not sitting, and I think you need to stop that.” I grab her hips.

“What?”

Is she for real, right now? I reach up and pull her down toward me so that her face is next to mine. Her ass sticks up in the air, and I slide my fingers down her shorts and squeeze her ass cheeks.