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Chapter 38

I gots a taste for men who are older.

— Lana Del Rey, Cola

. . . .

"Please, baby. I need this," Harry whines like a child as he lies spread out on the bed.

"I don't." I continue setting up the background on my new laptop.

"I'm begging you. You're the best at it."

"But it's disgusting."

"Please..."

I huff loudly and set my laptop aside, crawling to the bottom of his annoyingly long legs. Picking up his unnaturally large feet, I squeeze the arch in the bottom of his foot and he lets out a low groan.

"That feels incredible."

"You should be giving me one for all the shit you've made me do today," I grumble, but can't help but smile anyway at the man in front of me in only his black boxers and a huge, bright smile glued to his striking face.

"Hmm, maybe later."

"I know as well as you do that you won't give me one."

"I guess you're right."

I can already tell he's dozing off by the lack of excitement in his voice and some of his snores are already shining their way into my life.

"I swear to God if you snore tonight, I'm pushing you off of the bed and dragging you outside."

"I almost forgot that I have it..." He reaches over into his bedside drawer and pulls out a dark blue piece of plastic. "All your troubles are resolved."

He sticks the plastic inside his mouth and smiles widely at me. "It's to stop the snoring."

I can't even understand what he's saying, but he looks and sounds absolutely ridiculous. The plastic is quickly covered in his saliva and some is dribbling down his chin.

"Are you sure it works? It looks more like it helps you drool than anything else."

He pulls it from his mouth and wipes the spit away with the back of his hand. "I used it two nights ago and Lilly said she couldn't hear a thing, so I'm guessing it works."

"Just please don't drool on me."

"Would you rather have the drool or the incessant snoring?"

"Neither."

"Maybe I should build a wall in the middle of the bed so you'll stop kicking me in your sleep."

"There's a reason why I'm kicking you."

As we continue with our playful banter, I get ready for bed. By the time I walk out of the bathroom, Harry has a short wall made from blankets and extra pillows directly in the center of the bed going from the headboard to the edge of the mattress.

"Are you kidding me? My kicking is not that bad." I crawl into bed either way and situate myself beside the abundance of pillows between us.

"I have ropes in the garage that I could use to tie your legs down, but knowing you, you would probably split them down the middle."

"That's not the only thing we could use ropes for, you know." I grin at him and wiggle my eyebrows.

"I don't do that whole BDSM shit, and I don't understand what's so sexually arousing about sadism."

"So, you wouldn't like it if you came home and I was tied up to the bed in absolutely nothing?" I throw my leg over his lap and push a bundle of strands behind his ear.