“Sure,” I said, even if I didn’t know if those were real things in Asia. If they weren’t, I’d hunt around until I found one just so he could see it. Who cared if his dreams were weird? They were starting to become mine too.
His eyes were bright. “You’re pretty much the greatest thing in the world, you know that right?” Then he smiled at me, dimples and all.
And with that, I knew all my stupid little fears had been for nothing. Every single one of them, because to Vince, none of that mattered. He was happy just the way we were, and there wasn’t one more thing I could have asked for. “So you like it?”
“Paul… are you sure?”
I rolled my eyes. “I should hope so. Everything’s pretty much bought and paid for already.” I said this as if I hadn’t been freaking out about it all for the past couple of months since I’d decided to do this. I played cool, but I knew he saw right through me. It didn’t matter, though.
He smothered me in a way dirty kiss that I thought would end with me nutting in my jeans like I was sixteen years old if he kept it up, not that I minded in the slightest. I figured the homicidal hobos with hook hands didn’t have any bagels to fuck, so we might as well give them a show. I couldn’t even really breathe under the assault from his tongue, but breathing was overrated.
“We need to go home now,” he panted, breaking the kiss, moving off me and pulling me to my feet. He pushed us quickly toward the car, his hands already down the back of my jeans, trying to get at my ass. “I’m going to Freddie Prinze Junior you so hard when we get there,” he growled in my ear.
“I don’t think you get the concept yet,” I said breathlessly, squirming under his touch.
“I don’t care,” he said, a wicked curve to his mouth. “I’m going to do it anyway.”
And you know what?
He did just that.