Page 50 of Looks Real Good Now
There was a hand playing with my waistband. When I blinked my eyes open, Lenny was laughing to herself and when I looked down, I saw that she had placed a bow on my morning wood.
“Merry Christmas to you, I guess,” I said, my voice groggy. Lenny turned her head, her mouth still turned up in a smile. The sunlight made her eyes look like the colour of burnt honey. I could stare into them for hours.
“Are you calling your dick a gift?” She sounded wide awake, and I remembered that for some reason, Lenny’s body was incapable of sleeping in on Christmas Day.
“I think you called it the Goldilocks of dicks.”
“Technically I called it the Goldilocks of penises,” she said, lifting the bow up and throwing it onto her bedside table. “I also think gifts are supposed to be a surprise, so it would be a pretty shit gift.”
“Why are you putting bows on my dick anyway?”
“You kicked the duvet off, and I got distracted by the bulge and couldn’t carry on reading my book. I wasgoing to do something else but then remembered we haven’t had a conversation about that. Then I found the bow on the floor and here I am. Putting bows on your dick and finding it hilarious.”
“How long have you been awake?”
“A couple of hours. I tried to get back to sleep, but you know me. An over-excited kid in a giant’s body on Christmas morning.” She shrugged.
“You can, by the way. The whole ‘while I’m asleep’ thing. You don’t just have to place a bow on it.”
“Same. Well, three weeks out of four in a month. Merry Christmas, by the way,” she said, her eyes flicking above my head. I followed her eye line to find that while I had been sleeping, some mistletoe had appeared on the headboard.
“Where did you get this?”
“It was in the bag with the dress you had to buy. I hung it up before I started playing with bows. We seem incapable of kissing without mistletoe being present.”
“I didn’t have to buy that dress. I bought it because you wanted it. I would have bought it even if the dressing room thing hadn’t happened.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, she swung a leg over me and placed her hands on either side of my head before dipping down and sealing her lips against mine.
I wanted all Christmas Days to start like this. Heck, I wantedeveryday to start like this. Lenny pulled away just before I could press her flush against me and move things further.
“Come on, Seventeen, I’m gonna make cookies,” she said as she got off the bed.
I reached for my phone and tapped the screen to bring up thetime. “It’s seven-thirty in the morning.”
“It’s seven-thirty onChristmasmorning. There are no rules. Besides, what is better than oven-fresh cookies on Christmas morning?” I opened my mouth to say something, but she stopped me before I could. “If you make a vagina joke right now, you aren’t getting shit. I’m shutting it down and cutting you off,” she warned.
I closed my mouth. Then pressed my lips together tightly because I wanted to say something I shouldn’t. This thing between us was too new. Too fragile. We’d fallen apart once before and had only just come back together. I didn’t want to be the one to tip the balance. I had no way of knowing if it would tip in my favour.
Inourfavour.
But the thought came to me loud and clear as she walked out our bedroom with a bounce in her step.
I love you.
“Where do you want me?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen.
“Not in this kitchen,” Lenny replied, not looking up from her mixing bowl. She had flour on her cheek.
“You told me to come here,” I pointed out as I stopped beside her and swiped the flour off her. She leant into the touch.
“Yeah, but that was before you got here, and I remembered that you are quite distracting.”
“You can make cookies in your sleep. Anyway, if you reallydidn’t want me here, you wouldn’t have waited until I woke up before you came down to make cookies.”
The idea that she wanted me around in her domain made me feel warmer than any fresh baked good could.
“A great mistake on my part. You are welcome to leave now,” she said as she cracked an egg into the bowl.
