Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
I’m going down with the ship tonight.“Hey, Mia,” Brooks croons and I’m dead, well… not literally, but that voice. It oozes with sex and naughtiness. Yes, please!
I finally tear my gaze away from those sinfully low, dick print showing pants. Trailing up his body, I catch the amusement on his face as he notices my obvious perusal. Embarrassment flames my cheeks and so I do the only thing I can think of. “Oh, hi.” Heat swamps my cheeks, embarrassment evident. Damnit Mia, stop acting juvenile. What the fuck is wrong with me? I internally roll my eyes at myself.
The intensity of his stare gives me the chills, and I want to shrink away because this feels too close. Too intimate. Too much. Combined with that sexy as hell grin and the two dimples lining his mouth, I’m starting to melt into a puddle.
I need to move away from this conversation. Be strong. I tell myself. He’s just a full-blown man, wrapped in a delicious sandalwood scent with scruff I’d like to feel down under who needs a place to stay. I’m being a good human being.
He’s showered recently because I can smell the cologne he used. Not too strong, but enough to make my mouth water and my nose crave more of that aroma. Is it weird that I almost want to smell his armpits just to get more of that freshly showered scent? I want to do delightfully depraved things to him, but I can’t. I’ve already told myself no.
I gather myself. With a newfound control, I smile and widen the door, so he can get past me. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get in here sexy.”
I glance behind him, confused. “Hold up, where the hell is the rest of your stuff? You literally have a single duffle bag and a toiletry bag with you… where’s the bed, chairs, furniture, etcetera… Or are you planning on just sleeping with me?”
A blush creeps up his face before he speaks. “Um, no. Wyatt will be here in a couple of hours with his truck. He offered to help me move in since he feels bad about leaving before our lease is up.”
Now that he’s closer, I take in his appearance more. Dark brown, almost black hair covers his head and stops just above the tops of his ears. It still looks damp. Another little tidbut that tells me he’s recently showered. Eyes the deepest brown I’ve ever seen. God, I’ve never realized how sexy he is before this exact moment. I’m more than mildly lusty over my coworker, even if we do work different shifts. No shame here.
I’m off work tonight, so we hang out for the next two hours chatting about things at work. When he tells me about Wyatt and Kaylen moving in after dating for just three short months I scoff on the inside.
Love?
Great. Insert internal eye roll here. Another couple supposedly bitten by this love bug that everyone seems to believe in. Here’s the thing… just because P goes into V does not automatically mean you’re in love. I’d know this well because I’ve had a lot of P in V.
Another thing… love doesn’t exist. Yes, I’d told Macy I believed in it, but I didn’t want to break her delicate emotions by telling her how I really felt about it.
Love is a sham. How do people even fall in love? Do they believe falling in love is similar to Alice in Wonderland falling down the rabbit hole? Yeah, that’s dumb. People who run around with their crazy notions of hearts skipping beats and butterflies are nuts. Newsflash, if your heart really skipped a beat, you’d be dead. How’s that for love? Death by love. I laugh at my own joke.
He looks down at his phone, and a frown furrows his brow.
Just as I’m about to speak up and ask why the furrow, there’s a knock on the door. Brooks gets up and walks to the door, opening it to unveil the mysterious roommate, or who I assume is Wyatt. If not, it’s hella weird that there’s a random guy at my front door. He’s tall like Brooks but skinnier with blonde hair. He has muscles, but not my type. Dark green eyes and a clean shaven face. He really shouldn’t stand beside Brooks because there is no comparison on the hot meter.
Brooks moves to the side, allowing his friend to come inside as I silently stroll over to where they now stand. “Mia, this is Wyatt. Wyatt, Mia.” He nods his head at me with a polite hello. His eyes trail over my space, and I wonder what he thinks about it for a brief moment.
Having someone occupy my space is different, but it doesn’t feel awful. It’s a little uncomfortable now that Wyatt is here, but he’ll be leaving shortly.
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s Brooks, and I can admit I’m mildly attracted to his chill demeanor. I don’t know where he’d come from a year ago, but he seemed to fit into our Topsy Turvy crew fairly well.
“Okay, well. Wyatt and I are going to unload his truck. We’ll be back.” With that, they both slip out the door and spend what takes like forever before they return, even though it’s only a few minutes.
A knock sounds on my door again as he and Wyatt let themselves back in. I cock my eyebrow at Brooks. “Why did you knock?”
“Um, don’t really know…”
“Dude, this is gonna be your home too now. There is no need to knock on your own place… ”
He nods, his smile tipping the corners of his lips and reaching his eyes. “Alright.” A smile creeps across Wyatt’s face as he shakes his head, but he makes no move to comment on the awkwardness of it.
As they trail across the living room, I notice both men are carrying boxes. Brooks is carrying three large boxes, while Wyatt holds one small, simple box. I wonder what the significance of the small box