His voice rumbled in his chest. “Covering up.”
“Because I’m flabby.”
Excuse me? I lifted my head and looked up at him. “Why do you think that of yourself?”
“Don’t girls want guys with six packs?” He refused to meet my eyes, instead staring up at the ceiling.
I sat up, not afraid of him seeing me fully nude, and crossed my legs. “That is your issue. Look at me, what do you call this?” I snatched a handful of wobbly belly. “Flesh. It’s a part of my body and it gets bigger or smaller depending on how much effort I put into the day. It will never be flat and I like it like this.”
Jai brought his eyes down from the ceiling and looked at me. “Again, girls want a guy with abs.”
“That isn’t a deal breaker. Boys are more visual than girls; they like a pretty girl with boobs and long legs. Us girls on the other hand, we use more senses. Yes, the visual of broad shoulders and a cute smile is there, but we also like the sound of your voice, especially if you do that sexy accent.”
He grimaced. “I thought you hated that.”
“No, I like it too much.”
Suddenly he said something in another language, something I had no hope of ever translating. Yet it made me shiver. I smacked him in the side. Playfully of course. “And what you say to me and your tone... you engage my brain, which is a women’s most important sex organ.”
“You have a very dirty mind,” he reached out a hand and tickled my knee.
“Not as bad as yours. Some of the stuff you whispered to me,” my face flamed up. “Anyway, I like how you smell... most of the time, except when you insist on dousing yourself in Lynx. When it’s just you, I like it. Deodorant, I choke.”
“I’d be very stinky without it.”
“You are when wearing it. And then there is the fact you are strong; strong enough to hold your weight off me when you’re on top and to lift me effortlessly off the floor. But I know you will never turn that against me. You will never hurt me when angry or drunk.”
Jai sat up and wrapped his arms around me. He didn’t say anything.
“So,” I whispered into his ear. “I like you and I like how you make me feel.”
“Hmm, I like how you feel,” he rubbed his chin up and over my shoulder, heading down to my collar bone. There he stopped.
I put my arms around him and took my time exploring the skin on display. How could anyone think he wasn’t perfect? He still had those wide shoulders and his back tapered down to tight little hips, the first things that I noticed about him. And now I knew his lips were soft when they pressed against... certain sensitive pieces of skin...
“Lay back,” he hummed and pulled me with him.
My head rested on the pillow and he moved his body so he could cuddle into my chest. Funny, I thought this position was always in reverse. Then again. I sighed and squeezed him tighter, dipping my head to kiss the crown of his head. This felt nice.
This felt right.
“Pull the sheet up please,” I whispered to him.
“But I like looking at you,” he turned his chin, scrapping the stubble up.
I gasped. His eyes narrowed.
“Do that again and we won’t need sheets.” I wasn’t tired. Not yet.
Slowly he grinned.