Tossing her leg over my lap, she murmurs, “I think that can be arranged…on one condition.”
“Oh?”
“You let me brush my teeth first.”
With a laugh, I slap the side of her ass, and we both head to the bathroom to brush our teeth, returning to lounge in my bed once again. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. To spend a day being lazy in bed with the person you care about. No expectations. No rules. No time restraints. Nothing but each other’s company, and I like it. A lot.
Resting her chin on my chest, she draws circles along my bare chest. “So.”
“So?”
“My, uh, my family’s having brunch, and…”
I push her hair away from her face and tilt her head toward me.
“And?”
“My dad’s wondering if you’d like to come.”
“And what about you?” I ask.
With a shy smile, she murmurs, “I was wondering if you’d like to come, too.”
“As a friend like at the Harry Potter party?”
“As…whatever this is.”
My mouth lifts. “We still haven’t had the DTR talk yet, have we?”
She frowns. “DTR?”
“Define the relationship,” I clarify.
“So this is a relationship.”
“You’ve trusted me enough to let me inside you.” I drag my fingers along her bare thigh. “I think it qualifies, don’t you?”
“What are you saying, Ollie?”
“I’m saying I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Her straight white teeth dig into her bottom lip as if she’s trying to stifle her smile. Her hope. Her fucking joy. And dammit, my chest swells as soon as I see it. Her joy. I never wanted to make a girl as happy as I want to make her. Because this feeling? It’s indescribable. Addictive.
“You want me to be your girlfriend?” she asks.
“Yeah, Pickles. I really do.”
Giving in, a grin spreads across her face, and she bends down, kissing me. “Okay.”
“Now about the dick riding you mentioned earlier…”
Her hand slips down my torso, and she raises her hips, letting her hand graze my stiff cock, lifting it.
My lips part on a groan, pulling a laugh from her as she lines me up with her entrance. “You were saying?”
“Uh, what about a condom?”
“Uh, I’m on birth control, boyfriend, so you’re welcome.”