Page 124 of Smut

“When is it again? I’d come even if I wasn’t officially your girlfriend.”

“Next Sunday.”

“That works. Just remember, you are dressing up as Loki.”

He glares at me. “Fine. If you dress up for me.”

“Fine.” I pause, not sure what I’m agreeing to. “As what?”

He taps his fingers against his lips in mock thought. “Hmmm, I better choose wisely, this might be a once in a lifetime experience.”

“Don’t you dare say Princess Leia in the gold bikini.”

“Awwww,” he groans loudly in disappointment.

“I’m not wearing a bikini to a glorified renaissance faire slash comic con battle.”

“But your body is amazing. And you didn’t mind showing it off when I was pounding you on the balcony.” He jerks his head to the glass door.

“No,” I tell him.

“Okay. Fine.” He ponders over it. “Jean Grey. As Phoenix. The spandex suit. And you better wear your fucking hair down, Rapunzel.”

“Deal.”

He sighs, looking at his phone. “I better go get the car back from the winery.” He gets up, stretching his arms above his head, and my eyes go to the hard planes of his hips, the slice of washboard abs.

“You sure you don’t want me to come?” I ask.

“Stay here and rest,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

He heads for the door.

“Blake,” I call after him, my heart thudding in my ears.

He pauses with the door open and glances at me over his shoulder.

I fucking love you.

“Thanks,” I tell him. “For taking care of me.”

He breaks into an easy grin. “Of course. You’re my girl.”

His girl.

His girl who is brutally afraid to hand him her heart.

He leaves and I let out the longest breath, collapsing back into the couch. I lie there for a moment, almost being lulled into sleep, when my phone beeps.

I reach for my iPhone and hold it above my face.

It’s a text from Sarah.

Is it true what they’re saying? Is this really you?

And then there’s an Amazon link.

Oh my god.

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