My Best Friend's Ex(45)

I laugh and set her gear on the counter. "No. And if that's something you're expecting me to do for you, find a bunch of mini wieners, you're going to be sadly disappointed. Not my forte, babe."

"Don't know any small dicks?" Her smile practically reaches her ears.

I shake my head. "I know one dick, babe, and it sure as hell isn't small."

Her eyes quickly glance at my crotch, causing a little chuckle to come out of me. Oh Emma, the sweet girl.

"You got some X-ray vision I don't know about?"

"What?" Her eyes snap up. "No, I wasn't . . . there was a fly . . . I . . ." She sighs and then puts her hand on her hip. "I'm going to level with you." Taking a deep breath, she continues, "You can't just say something about having a not-so-small peenie weenie and think I'm not going to glance down."

"Peenie weenie? I sure as fuck didn't say that? What happened to medical terms?"

She waves her hand in front of her face. "I use those all day, so it's nice to not have to be technical. Why? Do you want to talk meatus again?"

"Christ, no." I grab her shoulders and spin her around. Leaning forward, my lips close to her ear, I ask, "Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed, or am I going to have to blindfold you myself?"

Shit, she smells so good. After a long-ass day of school and then working at the hospital, she can still small like vanilla and honey; how is that possible?

"Blindfold? Tucker, is there some kind of kinky orgy in the other room? I'm not sure I'm okay with more than four nipples in a sex romp."

"Jesus." I chuckle and wrap my arms around her shoulders, hugging her from behind. "No orgy, now will you just close your damn eyes so I can show you?"

"Okay," she breathes out, her chest hitching under my hold.

Moving my hands to her shoulders, I lean over to make sure her eyes are closed and carefully guide her through the house to the living room. 

"You're making me nervous. There aren't going to be clowns popping out at me, are there?"

"No clowns, babe. Now stand here." I move around her so I can see her reaction and hold my breath. "Okay, open your eyes."

Her beautiful eyes open, blink a few times, and then fixate on the couch in front of her. For a brief second, I think she's not going to care, but that's quickly washed away when she brings her hands to her mouth in surprise and then jumps up and down.

"You got a couch!"

I nod, pride filling every inch of my body. "I got a couch."

"Oh my God." Quickly she runs over to me and hugs me from the side. "Tucker, you got a couch and it's so stylish." Looking up at me, she asks, "Can I sit on it?"

"Yeah." I chuckle. "That's kind of what it's for."

She claps and hops over into position. Making a big deal of it, she turns toward me, puts her arms out and falls backward into the couch that sucks her into the cushions. She moans and sighs. Damn, I kind of want to hear her make that noise again.

Clearing my throat, I ask, "What do you think?"

Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back on the cushion. Without looking at me, she pats the couch, calling me to come sit next to her. "Bask in the gloriousness with me, Tucker."

I don't sit on the couch as dramatically as she did, but when I sit down, my shoulder bumps with hers, our proximity on top of each other despite the size of the couch.

"It's so nice." She turns her head toward me. "Are you happy?"

"I am. It's a nice couch. I feel so grown up." I look around the empty room and smile. "It might be empty in here, but hey, we have a place to sit that's not a counter, folding chair, or bed."

"I can't wait to study on this bad boy. Am I going to have to call dibs? Sign out the couch for the night? Take turns?"

"It's all yours, babe, whenever you want to use it."

Snuggling in close, Emma rests her head on my shoulder. "Oh, Tucker, you spoil me. You're the best landlord ever."

"I try."

Together, we sit, stare at the ceiling, relax. Emma is snuggled into my side, enjoying the couch for what seems like an hour when in fact it's only a few minutes. I feel so comfortable around her, safe, like nothing real can affect us when we're in our little bubble together.

And the weird thing is, I've been looking forward to this moment all day, knowing my couch would be ready for pickup. Fuck, I couldn't wait to get it home and surprise Emma, to see the look of joy on her face. And hell, she did not disappoint. Her reaction was just what I was looking for, appreciation, excitement, and a warm smile.

I've also realized something important. I look forward to that smile, to the lightness in her eyes, to her gentle touches. I look forward to her quirky comments, the sound of her heavy books hitting the counter, and to sharing a morning coffee with her when her hair is in disarray and her matching PJs are askew.