Fuh. Ka. Me.
Glancing quickly up at him again to make sure he wasn’t awake, I looked back down at it and studied it. If all of that was him, then holy shit. But, being rational here, the likelihood was that some of it could be his zipper sitting weirdly (disappointing), as well as the way his jeans had gathered while he was sleeping (doubly disappointing), and both of those could also have made the blanket lie slightly weird (totally disappointing). In an ideal world, it was all Jarrod, though, but I had to be slightly rational.
A deep chuckle snapped me out of my blanket bulge musings, and if I thought I was embarrassed before, it had nothing on how I felt right then.
“Babe,” he rasped in a deep, sleepy voice. “It’s not going to bite you.”
“How do I know you didn’t get any of the genetic stuff like George did in Rampage?”
This apparently was a hilarious concern to have, but I thought I had a point. “I don’t think it’s going to go around attacking people, Katy.”
“But how do you know?”
His large hand landed on my shoulder and stroked the skin next to the strap of my tank top. “Because he’s never done it before.”
“How can you be sure?” I pressed. When all he did was laugh, I asked, “Just out of curiosity, how much of that blanket bulge is you?” This time when I looked up at him, he had a huge grin on his face, but all he did was raise an eyebrow at me. “Damn jeans, zippers, and blankets,” I muttered, finally pulling back and moving to do what I’d needed to do for at least thirty minutes now.
It wasn’t until I got to the door that he called, “Hey, Katy, can you pass me my jeans from the chair, please?”
Acting automatically, I picked them up and chucked them to him, and decided that I’d be more comfortable peeing in the spare bathroom than the one attached to my bedroom. I wasn’t sure exactly how thick the walls were between the rooms, but I didn’t want to risk him hearing me tinkle. That was just a bit too much out of my comfort zone, especially after I’d questioned his penis.
It wasn’t until I sat down that it hit me. His jeans had been on the chair in my room… He didn’t have his jeans on… That wasn’t a zipper and jean bulge at all…
Staring at the wall, I felt a small shiver of something work its way over me. I’ll call it something, because it definitely wasn’t a bad shiver at all.
“No wonder he looked so cocky!”
JarrodSpending time with Katie wasn’t a hardship at all, far from it. She was quiet, but what she had to say was usually funny, even if she didn’t intend for it to be. I also knew that with what was building between us, I needed to guide her slowly and carefully. I’d given it some thought the night I’d asked her out in front of her parents, and I didn’t think she was totally innocent, but I also knew confidence was a problem for her and so was shyness.
Katy was shy in a strange way. Normally, I’d think of someone blushing or hiding their face, but with her she showed it in different ways. She tended to withdraw and wait rather than act, and she was just… well, Katy. Sweet, beautiful, just like the fairy princess her parents had said she’d been born like.
So, I was going to have to guide her through this, which meant that I had to take my time – even if she jumped on me like she had last night. That along with her having the guts to question me about my dick this morning gave me hope that she was feeling the same things I was about what was happening between us – hope and fucking happiness like I couldn’t remember ever feeling before.
One step at a time.
I was also finally taking her out on our first date today, which I was getting ready for. I’d waited until she was in the bathroom to yell it to her, and then I’d run downstairs to head back to mine to shower. It wasn’t going to be anything huge, but it was going to be fun…“I can’t believe you brought me here on our first date,” she gasped as she took in the displays around us. “It’s… I…”
Stopping, I gently turned her to face me. “You don’t like it?”
“Like it? It’s the craziest first date ever,” she said, still sounding shocked.
This time my voice was disappointed when I asked, “So you don’t like it?”
“I love it. It’s the best date in the history of dates,” she told me in a tone that implied that I was the crazy one.