Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
to the Brooks standing in front of me.He looks around the room and sighs. “You know, maybe this was a bad idea after all. I’ll call Wyatt back and have him take the stuff back to my other apartment.”
He turns to walk away, and my arm reaches out uninhibited and stops him from going any further.
“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s just this living with someone is new to me, and I have a huge tendency of putting my foot in my mouth before thinking… Just… don’t go yet. Okay?”
A smile creases his mouth, “Okay.”
“One more question?” I ask because I still want to know.
“Shoot.” A question crosses his face like he isn’t entirely sure what’s going to come out of my mouth. To be honest, I’m not sure either.
“Were you bigger than the dildo?”
His eyes widen as he looks at me, uneasy. “Yes… That a good thing?”
“Hunny, that’s gonna make any girl smile,” I say with a wink, and he smiles again. I’m going to earn every one of those damn smiles.
“So…” he says with a finger pointed over his shoulder. “You wanna check it out?” Excitement sparkles in his eyes, and I can’t say no. Plus, I’m curious about the monstrosity currently residing in my second bedroom. I walk into the room, and a gasp falls from my lips. It’s enormous, and there’s barely a walkway between it and the dresser he brought. The room is stuffed to the brim.
The fluffy white pillow top makes me want to lay down and sleep for hours in its comfy-ness. To get lost in it. The pristine white is a clear contrast to the dark grey walls surrounding it.
I whistle. “If you even plan to have a slumber party, this is the perfect size bed for one.”
The corner of his lip curved into a smirk. “That a suggestion?”
“Hunny, I don’t think you could handle all this…” I wave my hand down my body.
His smile dims, and I feel like a royal asshat. Brooks stabs his fists into the pockets of his sweatpants, and I try not to drool over the fact that he just tightened the front of his pants again, enhancing my view more. He rocks back on his feet, looking embarrassed. “That’s probably true, but it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to give it a try.”
I’m glad Mia let me borrow a comforter and pillows. Obviously, I had managed to lose the set I had. I looked through the box three times with no luck. “Thanks for letting me borrow these,” I say to Mia as she walks out of the room.
“If you need help ordering some of those custom fitted one’s this week, let me know. I’m not entirely sure this little college town will have… what is it… California king size sheets.”
“I’m terrible at this shit. I have no idea what happened to the ones I had.” My somber tone halts Mia from leaving the room, and she turns around.
“No worries. It happens to all of us at some point. But hey, your super big comfy bed—that I’m totally jealous of—is here now. If you need me, I’ll be in the living room.” I watch as she glides past me and props herself up on the chair in front of her easel.
My feet stay planted for a few minutes just watching her. She lights up a joint, and for a moment, I wish I was that close to her lips. Mia picks up the brush, and it glides smoothly over the canvas. I wonder if it’s something she knows she’s going to paint or if she just paints to paint. How long has she been painting? When did she start? I want to know every single detail. I take one more look before I head back into my room.
She isn’t in the living room when I come back from getting things somewhat set up in my new room. It’s weird to call it that, mine, but at the same time exciting. I’m finally going to be occupying the same space as Mia on a regular basis, and I won’t have to look like a creeper doing so.
I find her in the kitchen, but she hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take a minute to let my eyes take her in fully. Long waves of purple, blue, and pink cascade down and curl around her shoulders. Jean cut-off shorts cover her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She’s wearing her normal cat graphic t-shirt and combat boots—a trademark outfit for Mia Preston. Every part of her draws me in, and I’m a goner. I continue my perusal before her voice brings me back to the present. “There you go again, hot stuff, checking me out. You sure you don’t want a photo? I promise it’ll last longer.”
Her bottomless blue eyes sparkle more than any I have ever seen in my life. She highlights them with the same colors she uses in her rainbow-colored hair. I want to know what her regular color is under all that fake dye.
Mia makes me feel like I’ve been living in a hole in the ground. She’s so out there with her sex talk and her flirting—so far out of my league, it’s not even funny. It doesn’t make me want her any less, though. I knew exactly what she meant by that’s what she said earlier today, but I like the way she explains things to me. Watching as her tongue dips out to lick her lips between words.
It was a little awkward with all the penis talk, but I wasn’t planning on holding anything back from her. If she wanted to know how big my dick was, then I was going to tell her. My answer seemed to please her. My mind wanders to other things that may please her just as much.
I should feel guilty for all these primal thoughts and feelings toward her, but the opposite is true. She makes me feel alive for the first