“For my presumption the night of the gala. What I said was out of line, JP.” She rests her hand on my arm. “I’m sorry. You were right, you were being nice and I took it the wrong way. I never should’ve made that kind of assumption about you. I’m sorry.”
Well . . . the apology is nice. Glad to see she doesn’t believe I’m a complete asshole. But going back to the playful banter, the “nagging,” as she put it, I’m not sure I can do that. I don’t think I have it within me to control myself.
Messing around with her has been a turn-on. Even when we’re in full-on disagreement, I love seeing the spark in her eyes, the way she huffs and puffs and tries to get her point across. I love hearing her reasoning and watching as her chest gets blotchy with irritation. It’s hot.
And now that we’re close to each other, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands off her. I know it. Especially after last night’s humiliating revelation.
No.
You are strong.
You are handsome.
You’re not a pathetic loser who jacks off to a simple exhalation.
“Thank you for apologizing,” I say while fishing around for my phone. Once I find it, I go back to my emails.
“Uh . . . that’s it? Nothing else?”
“What else do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know—make a joke about how I tickled your balls?”
The driver’s eyes flash to the rearview mirror quickly before focusing on the road again.
Wanting to clarify things, I lean forward and say to the driver, “She didn’t tickle my balls. She breathed on them.”
“Not on purpose!” Kelsey practically shouts as she leans forward as well, gripping the driver’s seat. “He fell on my face.”
“After she pantsed me.”
“It’s not my fault you weren’t wearing underwear. How was I supposed to know that?”
“Either way, you shouldn’t have been pulling on my shorts, unless . . . that was your plan all along. Trying to get me naked to sit on your face.” I lean back and slowly clap. “Wow, Kelsey, job well done.”
Her head whips toward me and her nostrils flare. Ahh, there they are. I missed them. “You know damn well my intention wasn’t to get you naked to sit on my face. I couldn’t imagine a more grotesque situation.”
“Didn’t seem to mind it last night,” I say, going back to my phone. She swats it out of my hand again. “Hey, stop doing that.”
“I did not enjoy your balls on my face. I specifically remember screaming and telling you to get off me.”
“Yeah, as you held me down.”
She turns back to the driver, who has remained silent this entire time. What I wouldn’t pay to be inside his head right now. “I did not hold him down. I was flustered and didn’t know what was happening. When I realized what was on my face, I got up immediately. I just want you to know I’m not the kind of girl who enjoys balls on her face.”
“Such a shame,” I say.
She growls out a frustrated noise and folds her arms over her chest as she sits back in her seat. “Why do I even bother talking to you? You’re so infuriating.”
“Beats me. You’re the one who didn’t want the silent treatment, so this is your choice.” I locate my phone and, when she goes to swat it again, I hold it close to my chest. “Nice try.”
Just then, her phone rings in her purse and she quickly brings it into view. She glances at me. “It’s Huxley.”
“Put it on speaker.”
Looking at me with murder weapons as eyes, she says, “I swear to God, JP, if you bring up the balls on the face thing with him, I’ll legit haunt you in your sleep. Do you understand me?”
“Sure,” I say, even though I wouldn’t say anything to the boys. I didn’t tell them last night what happened, didn’t think it was appropriate.
Putting on a smile—as if he can see her—she answers the phone, “Good morning, Huxley.”
Wow, what a transformation, from a she-devil to Delightful Diane. Who knew she was capable of such a metamorphosis?
“Good morning, Kelsey.”
“I have you on speakerphone so JP can hear you. We’re on our way to the meeting right now.”
“I take it you two have settled in since the activities of last night?”
“Oh my God, JP,” she says, looking at me. “You told your brother that your penis landed on my face?”
Oh, Kelsey . . .