“The music from the last eight years sucks major balls,” Jeric said as he threw down his headphones on the bed.
I shrugged. “There were some good songs.”>
“I think I’ve heard them all already.”>
That was possible. He’d been listening to music every chance he could since regaining his hearing. After the first couple of weeks, I enjoyed it because he’d learned the words and sang along. Lately, though, he only scowled. Maybe because he found that most of it sucked, as he’d just put it, or, just as likely, because he’d been in a bad mood and nothing was bringing him out of it. Not even music.
“Of course, maybe if you danced for me, it would sound a lot better,” he said as he trailed his fingers over my hip.
I laughed and shook my head. “Even when you’re pissy you’re horny?”
He smiled and moved his fingers to my chin. “Leni. Whenever I’m with you, I’m horny. Hell, I don’t even have to be with you. I just have to think about you. You make my mind live in the gutter, imagining all the dirty things I want to do to you.” He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against mine. As if I didn’t already have goose bumps crawling all over my skin. “But I like to watch you move. Your body does this thing that’s … mesmerizing. Takes the rest of the world away. And that makes me less pissy.”