Page 63 of Remember Me

“Like at a spa?” I ask her.

“Exactly, J.”

“How do you propose we do that?” I ask her, whilst adding whipped cream and marshmallows to our drinks. I may not be able to decorate a cookie, but I can nail a boozy hot chocolate.

“I have all the stuff here for facials. We can do it to each other. It’ll be really relaxing,” she says with a pleading tone. She knows I’m not fully convinced. “Come on, Jake, you heard the rules of the competition.”

She’s got me there. The rules clearly stated it can be any favor of the winner’s choosing.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I relent. “Fine, when do you want to do these facials?”

“Tonight,” she says sweetly as she boops me on the nose with the whipped cream.

I have done some weird and strange shit for Lottie over the years, but this takes the cake.

But do you know what? She’s happy—the smile on her face right now is worth everything. You could literally see that smile from Mars, it's blinding.

“Stop moving or you’re going to crack the mask,” she instructs whilst trying not to laugh.

“I feel like an idiot,” I say back to her.

“But you’ll be an idiot with great skin,” she tries to reason with me. “Plus, this is just step one. Trust me, the next part is more relaxing.”

Unless it involves her hand on my dick again, I’m not sure whether to believe her or not.

When she’s finished, it’s my turn to do hers. I can already feel my face hardening, and I’m not sure I like it. She’s got a hairband pulling her hair back from her face just like I have. If my teammates could see me now, they’d sure get a kick out of this. I slowly paint the mask onto her face, careful to avoid her eyes, mouth, and nose.

When I’ve finished, she turns to me, “Let’s take a selfie to remember this moment.”

We put our heads together, looking directly into Lottie’s camera, smiling as best we can, and do you know what? It’s the best picture I have ever seen. It’s the photo of our new beginning, of our relationship blossoming into something new, and I will treasure it forever. “Can you send that to me?” I ask her when she’s finished.

“Of course.”

My phone dings and I instantly save the photo as my phone wallpaper.

Once the masks are off, my face is so tight I can only imagine this is what it would be like to have botox, but Lottie promises me this is now the relaxing part. She asks me to get the glass ball roller things I put in the fridge for her earlier, and then tells me to lie with my head in her lap. She’s lying across the sofa with her legs up, so I’m literally wedged in between her legs. I mean, there are worse places to be.

She starts by rubbing some oil shit into my skin, which I will admit smells nice, and then I jump when the cold rollerball things hit my face. Fuck, they’re cold. “Jesus Christ, baby, warn a guy,” I squeak out.

“Sorry, you’ll get used to it soon enough,” she says whilst rolling the balls around on my face. After a few minutes of getting used to the sensation, it is actually really relaxing, to the point I’m dangerously close to falling asleep. Once she’s finished, she adds some cream to my face and tells me I’m good to go, but to rinse the balls so I can do the same to her. Let’s hope my rapidly hardening cock doesn’t get any ideas with Lottie’s head in my lap.

I managed to get the facial done without a hitch, and as reluctant as I am to admit it, I actually really enjoyed it. The best part? I know my girl did too.

We make it to bed, curled around each other, and as Lottie’s eyes start to flutter closed, I whisper, “Thank you for making this day bearable. I love you.”

Chapter 44

Charlotte

Kayla and I are sunbathing on the beach, enjoying the August sunshine. Today, her hair is jet black and in a blunt bob. Apparently, she’s in mourning over not being able to use Louis’ dick following his piercing. So that’s what happened on that call. She’s so dramatic.

The guys are training again, which I know will ramp up soon as training camp is fast approaching.

My relationship with Jake (if that’s what it is, it still hasn’t been defined) is going from strength to strength. We haven’t gone any further than touching each other, but that’s all about to change. He’s awakened an insatiable beast inside me, and I want more.

Turning to Kayla as she takes a sip of her wine, I decide to ask, “What’s the best technique for giving a blowjob?”

Coughing and spluttering as she smacks her chest, she says, “Jesus, Charlie, warm me up first before you dive right in with that question.”