He doesn’t.
Jason would have told me the sink would crack from my weight. Asshole.
“Can I?” I wiggle the razor.
“Go for it.”
I’ve never shaved a man’s face before. It’s scary and exciting. “Full disclosure, I’ve never done this before.”
Glitch grins. “We’re just popping all kinds of cherries this weekend, aren’t we?”
I bite my lip and drag the razor along his face, following the same direction he’d gone with on the other side. We don’t talk and the silence is… peaceful. My head’s turned off again. The amount of peace Glitch brings me is surreal. I’ve never felt so calm around anyone before.
When I’m finished, I pat his cheeks with a warm, wet cloth. “How did I do?”
“Perfect,” he says, but he hasn’t looked at his reflection at all. He’s also bleeding in four spots because I did a terrible job. But Glitch hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I sat in front of him on this sink.
“You didn’t even look.”
“Don’t need to.” He leans in and kisses me.
I’m so in love with this man, it’s terrifying. I didn’t want to fall this far this fast. But it’s too late. I’m already a goner.
“I have to go into work for a while,” he says. “Do you want to come with?”
I place the razor on the counter and tuck my hair behind my ears. I haven’t brushed it at all. It’s a knotted hot pink mess, and I can’t seem to care. Not when Glitch keeps looking at me like I’m the prettiest work of art he’s ever seen. “Can you maybe drop me off at my studio instead? You can take my car to work, then maybe pick me back up and we can go to my house after that. I’ll shower and change and then we can go to Erin’s for tacos? Your car’s still at my place, so you can grab it then and we can go together or drive separately, or whatever.”
I hope he followed that. My brain just skipped around a bit because Glitch looks and smells delicious and I really, really want to come again. But I also really, really, really want to get back to my studio because inspiration has sparked, and I want to fan these flames.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Really?” My request is completely out of the way and a lot of zigzagging around town.
He runs his hand over my tangled hair. “Why is it whenever I say the right thing, you look at me like I’m crazy? What the fuck did the assholes in your life do that make you think you can’t have what you want?”
Nailed it.
“That’s a lot of driving. I mean, my studio is on the other side of town. It’s so much back and forth.”
“So? It also means we get to spend more time together. I fail to see a problem here.”
I’m going to love this man until the day I die. Fuck that. I’m going to love him even when I’m a shriveled-up corpse in the dirt. Unless I really am immortal, in which case…
“Thanks for always leaving the door open,” I say, surprising both of us. “I mean it, Glitch. With Discord… you always kept that chat available.” And private. “It felt like you were leaving a way open for me.”
“I was.” His voice is soft. “Which was the coward’s way. I should have just asked you to dinner or something.”
“No.” It wouldn’t have worked like that. “I think it was meant to work out like this.”
He lifts my chin with his finger. “I could have saved you from dating that twatwaffle Jason, though.”
“I needed a pure asshole to compare you to.” That came out wrong. “I mean I—”
“I get it,” he says, almost laughing.
“Had to reach a low point before skyrocketing to the next planet, you know?”
“If you call me Uranus, I’m spanking you.”
“Uranus.”
He growls at me, and I swear my lady bits swoon. This guy turns me into a ball of fire with one sound, one touch, one look. I’m so fucked.
And that makes me so damn happy.
He helps me hop down from the counter and spins me around. I can’t wait to feel his hand crack my ass cheek. But it doesn’t happen. Instead, Glitch kicks my legs apart and shoves his fingers into my pussy. “How are you so fucking wet every time?”
“Have you…” God, that feels good. “Have you seen yourself, Glitch?”
“You’re all I see,” he rumbles against the shell of my ear. “You know, I’ve imagined you in so many ways, and not a single one of them compares to the real thing, Ara.” He shoves another digit inside me, and I go up on my tiptoes.