Page 75 of The Love Interest

“Well, I can see why. I mean, I could literally buy you anything you need. It’s hot.”

“So hot.”

“What do you need?”

She wrinkles her nose again, blushing. “I can’t even joke about that. I don’t want a sugar daddy.”

“Well, that’s too bad. Because I already bought you a few things. They’re back at my apartment.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. Christmas presents.”

She pouts. Her lower lip quivers. “You did? You got me Christmas presents?”

I nod. “I was going to have them delivered to you, but then you said you didn’t want to see me, so…”

“Aww. Emmett. I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s okay. You were mad at me.”

“What’d you get me?”

“Just little things. A bunch of pens and notebooks.”

She claps her hands together and bounces up and down a little, which is troubling due to the position she’s in on my lap. “That is so sweet! That is the best thing you could get me!”

“And a MacBook. And a few bras. And some really nice panties from a French store. And a corset.”

Her jaw drops. “Are you kidding?”

I shake my head.

“You got me a MacBook?”

“Just a thirteen-inch one.”

“Emmett.”

“What? You need a new one.”

“I’ve been saving up for one.”

“Yeah, well. You have tuition to pay off. It’s not a big deal. I mean, don’t tell anyone I gave it to you. Say it’s from your parents.”

She’s quiet for a moment.

I shouldn’t have brought up the fact that it has to be kept a secret. Because everything about us has to be kept a secret for now. I didn’t want to bring up the world outside this bubble yet. I touch her face. “Hey. It made me happy to get those things for you. I want you to have them.”

She nods and smiles, and we’re back in the bubble again. Just as I’m leaning in to kiss her, she climbs off me and skips over to the rooster. “Well, if you got me a thirteen-inch MacBook, then I’m giving you a four-foot cock.” She picks up Goliath then puts him back down again, goes over to the door to step into her shoes, and jogs over to pick him up again. She has so much energy, it’s exhausting to watch. “I was looking at your backyard, and I was thinking it needs a little something!” She goes over to the patio door that’s open a crack and slides it open more with one foot.

“Hey, don’t go out like that. You don’t have pants on.”

“No one will see!” She carries the damn thing out to the patch of lawn in front of the pool.

I get up to go to the door. “It’s cold outside! Get back in here!” Now I feel like an old man yelling at a neighborhood kid.

She just laughs at me. She looks so fucking cute and hot, even when she’s in a sweatshirt and underwear and waterproof ankle boots. She carefully places the metal cock down a few feet away from a lawn chair and angles him just so. I have to admit, he does look good there. His colors match the lawn furniture. She holds her arms out, smiling wide. “Right?”