Page 321 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet
“So that’s it? The rule is just done?Finito?Because we broke it? Because we rolled the dice?”
“Yes. Obvs. We won big. So we need a new rule. A new pact, if you will.”
Owen strokes his chin, like he’s deep in thought. “I’ve got it. I believe you came up with it last night.”
“I did? I’m a genius and I don’t even know it?”
“Evidently.”
I beckon with my fingers. “Serve it up. What is my great genius? Don’t keep it from me. Don’t you dare, Owen Hayes.”
He chuckles softly, dipping his head. “I like it when you say my full name. I like it when you call me cutie. I always have. I like it when you call me hottie.” My boyfriend turns to me, sets a hand lightly on my thigh. “I even like it when you call me baby during sex. And I’ve never been into that.”
“I say that?” That doesn’t sound like me. “I don’t do that.”
A gleam flashes in his eyes. “You do it with me.”
“Wow. I didn’t even realize it. I’m just so in the moment with you, and all these words of affection pour forth. See what you do to me, cutie?”
Owen squeezes my thigh, then lets go, smiling. “I do. I do see it.”
“You get me so worked up I babble. I can’t stop talking when we’re in bed. It’s all just so good with you.”
“Keep talking in bed, River,” he says, then stage whispers, “It works.”
“Duly noted. Or should I say...dirty noted. Anyway, what’s my genius?”
“Last night you said you didn’t want to lose me. And your solution was you’d have to be the best boyfriend ever.”
“I did say that,” I say, taking his hand, holding it, squeezing my fingers through his.
“So I think our new Harry and Rod rule is just that. And I have a name for it too. But first, the rule is just to be good to each other. To treat each other well. To take care of each other in bed and out of bed,” Owen says, and he’s so damn swoony that if I weren’t driving, I would kiss him senseless.
But Icanuse words. “You deserve to be kissed senseless,” I tell him.
“Can you put that on your schedule tonight in San Francisco? Say, around seven, when we’re back in the city?”
“I can, and I will. You also deserve Bugatti blow jobs and sex that’s better than cake, and you deserve to have your body worshipped by my tongue,” I say, and he lets out a low growl of appreciation. I squeeze his hand harder. “And to go to Santa Fe and check out immersive art, and to meet me for coffee and London Fog lattes, but consider yourself warned that you’re going to be subjected to a lot of PDA from your boyfriend when we’re out in public. But I will also make you a big, fat promise, Owen Hayes.”
“Have at it.”
I tear my gaze from the road for a second. “I will never kiss you with garlic breath.”
“Ah,” he says, affecting a broken sigh, like he’s choking up. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Get ready. There’s a lot more where that came from. I don’t just have a big dick. I have a big heart. And you get both.”
“Bring them on,” Owen says.
“Speaking of, I might have to revise my Big Dick Law too.”
“The one where the bigger the dick, the bigger the dick?” he asks, proving once again that he knows me so well.
“That’s the one.”
Owen scoffs, grabs his crotch. “River Michaels, I am going to make you eat those words every single day.”
I groan appreciatively. “You better.”