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Smut(96)
Author: Karina Halle

When we get out of the shower, he slips his robe on me and leads me to the living room where he feeds me jasmine tea and organic soup and dotes on me in a way I never thought possible. I mean, beneath my raging head and queasy stomach, my heart feels as if it may burst.

This is more than falling in love.

Fuck it.

I am in love.

And I think he can feel it.

Even when I try to talk about work, he tells me we can discuss that tomorrow and that today is a vacation, a day to recuperate. He’s practically doing everything short of feeding me grapes.

“Don’t you have to feed Fluffy?” I ask him, my feet on his lap as he squeezes them, giving me a foot massage.

“Heath took care of that yesterday,” he says, visibly shuddering.

“I hate to bring this up, especially as I’m not in the right frame of mind to talk about hairy insects,” I say, “but how long do you plan on keeping Fluffy for?”

He tilts his head to me, a piece of dark, thick hair flopping over on his forehead. “Is this your first step as my girlfriend, to get rid of Fluffy and maybe my Lionel Richie records?”

“First of all, Lionel Richie is a god.”

“All night long,” Blake belts out.

“All night,” I sing back. “And second of all, no. If you’re cool with having a giant, ugly, hairy, yet surprisingly delicate, tarantula in your apartment, then I’m fine with it too. But he does seem to cause you permanent anxiety and he’s not exactly yours.”

He sighs, closing his eyes as he leans back against the cushion. “I know. Kevin might be moving with the divorce and all, I’m not really sure. I hope not. But if he does, he for sure won’t be able to take him. Luckily I think Heath may want him. Crazy bugger.”

“That’s going to suck,” I tell him, knowing how close they are. The way that Blake acts around Kevin, talks about Kevin, is one of the sweetest things I’ve seen. I know girls get all soft in the uterus when they see a man with a baby or a puppy but this is kind of the same thing. He’s a good older brother and it makes me realize the depths he has inside him, the ability to really love.

“Tell me about it,” he says. “You know I never had a brother growing up and even though I’m so much older than Kevin, that’s who I see him as. And when he told you I’m his best friend? That’s not a lie. I’m the closet friend he has. I worry for both of us if he has to move.” He gives me a pleading look. “That’s why this LARPing thing is so important. You sure you’ll come?”

“When is it again? I’d come even if I wasn’t officially your girlfriend.”

“Next Sunday.”

“That works. Just remember, you are dressing up as Loki.”

He glares at me. “Fine. If you dress up for me.”

“Fine.” I pause, not sure what I’m agreeing to. “As what?”

He taps his fingers against his lips in mock thought. “Hmmm, I better choose wisely, this might be a once in a lifetime experience.”

“Don’t you dare say Princess Leia in the gold bikini.”

“Awwww,” he groans loudly in disappointment.

“I’m not wearing a bikini to a glorified renaissance faire slash comic con battle.”

“But your body is amazing. And you didn’t mind showing it off when I was pounding you on the balcony.” He jerks his head to the glass door.

“No,” I tell him.

“Okay. Fine.” He muses over it. “Jean Grey. As Phoenix. The spandex suit. And you better wear your fucking hair down, Rapunzel.”

“Deal.”

He sighs, looking at his phone. “I better go get the car back from the winery.” He gets up, stretching his arms above his head and my eyes go to the hard planes of his hips, the slice of washboard abs.

“You sure you don’t want me to come?” I ask.

“Stay here and rest,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”

He heads for the door.

“Blake,” I call after him, my heart thudding in my ears.

He pauses with the door open and glances at me over his shoulder.

I fucking love you.

“Thanks,” I tell him. “For taking care of me.”

He breaks into an easy grin. “Of course. You’re my girl.”

His girl.

His girl who is brutally afraid to hand him her heart.

He leaves and I let out the longest breath, collapsing back into the couch. I lie there for a moment, almost being lulled into sleep, when my phone beeps.

I reach for my iPhone and hold it above my face.

It’s a text from Sarah.

Is it true what they’re saying? Is this really you?

And then there’s an Amazon link.

Oh my god.

Everything in me freezes, ice cold.

I click the link, hoping, hoping, hoping…

It takes me right to the Amazon page for Falling for the Secret Male Stripper.

Holy fuck.

HOLY FUCK.

NOOOOOOOOOO!

The phone drops right on my face, clocking me right on the nose.

“Arrrgh!’ I cry out in pain. I sit straight up, my head spinning, everything spinning and fuck my life, is that blood coming out of my nose? I wipe my finger underneath and stare at the red smear.

But that’s the least of my worries. I frantically try and open the phone and text Sarah, my fingers shaking as I try and type.

What are you talking about? Where did you hear that?

   
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