His Naughty Lessons

** Eli **

Eli shook his head. He fetched a glass of water and placed it in Harper’s hand, making sure that her drunken fingers were still capable of wrapping steadily around it. "You’ll get a royal headache tomorrow if you stay like this," he sighed. "Drink some water and go to sleep. We can talk about cute little things that look like puppies some other time."

He was trying not to think in the direction of that puppy making process, which she just admitted that she liked. This wasn’t a good time to consider such a revelation too deeply.

Much to his misfortune, however, Harper wasn’t ready to change the subject yet. "Why? Do you not like them?" She pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Well, babies can certainly be bothersome. And a handful to take care of. Not that I’m super excited about changing diapers all day, so I can understand the feeling. Besides ..."

She tilted her head, as if thinking hard about a very difficult dilemma. "Besides ... The idea of feeding them always feels a bit odd to me ... I guess I don’t really like the weird prospect of someone else sucking on my boobs? It’s good when you do it, but ..."

Eli: "..."

"..."

"......"

Note to self: if he ever thought that Harper was a wicked little devil when sober, then she was a heck of a big devil on steroids when drunk. Had this type of colorful thoughts always been on her mind? Was she simply too shy to say it out loud until she was high on the booze?

"I, um, haven’t really thought about that topic before." Eli ran a hand helplessly down his face. He was talking about the topic of kids, of course, not the topic of sucking boobs. And he was trying hard to stay on the course of the real discussion, because he could feel that Harper was somehow serious despite her drunkenness and her ignorance of the effect of her words.