That thought sent my blood south, and when my cock shifted in my sweatpants it certainly caught Lila's eye. "Don't worry," I teased. "He's just upset that you didn't shake hands when you met him earlier."
Her giggle shook those perky tits.
"It's not too late," I said, stretching my arm out behind her on the couch. "A polite introduction is one of the foundations of a civilized society."
Lila raised her hand, and for a split second, I honestly thought she was going to grab my dick. It twitched again as if trying to reach up to meet her. Then she leaned past me to grab the remote and turn the show back on, making me laugh out loud harder than I had in quite some time.
Lila was saucy, smart, and had an energy that was already driving me crazy.
So much for my plan to take a year off to find myself.
I'd found Lila. We belonged together. That was clear already.