Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
time in my life. Father and the compound taught us to believe that sin was death, the worst kind of evil. To look at a woman for too long was lustful and wrong. But how could something so simple be so evil?How could one thought, or touch send someone to hell for eternity? Simple—it can’t. I’m choosing to ignore all the lessons I was taught growing up. Lord knows mama would have a heart attack if she knew what was going on in my mind or life. One look at Mia, and she’d start praying for my soul immediately. It didn’t matter though, because I hadn’t looked back once since I’d left. Not that I’d be allowed back even if I begged. I take another greedy look at Mia.
She moves effortlessly in the kitchen. I watch the dance her hips do as she walks. The red of her puffy lips as she holds it between her teeth like she’s in thought. The sliver of creamy skin that peeks out when she reaches to put the dishes she just washed away. I should offer to help, it’d be the gentlemanly thing to do, but I can’t seem to stop standing here.
It’s hard to believe that she’s real and standing right in front of me. The one thing I keep picturing is her being with me. Being mine. Growing old with her. Maybe it’s more of an obsession than a silly crush after a year, but I can’t help how I feel.
I shake my head to rid myself of those crazy thoughts.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I just moved in, no need to think about that now. She’s my endgame and I have all the time in the world to win the girl and build that white picket fence.
My brain is drowning in everything Mia, and clearly, it’s affecting my other thoughts, like buying sheets for my new oversized bed. The same bed I’d like to see Mia in… completely naked.
Stop.
I tell myself before I get yet another boner that I’ll have to figure out how to discreetly rid myself of.
I close my eyes and focus on the sugary sweet aroma of her apartment. It smells like a mixture of weed and cotton candy. The lit candles are probably the reason for at least one of these amazing smells, but my brain seems to think that it’s mostly her. Why am I wondering if she tastes just as sweet?
“I feel like this afternoon calls for celebration,” she says as she walks toward the back of the kitchen. I follow behind her, admiring the view.
What meets my eyes has me sucking in a breath. A full bar sits at the end of her kitchen—every type of liquor you could imagine plus wines.
“What kind of drink do you want? And don’t say blowjob… we know how that went down last time.” I laugh at her joke, embarrassed. Mia reaches for two lowballers in the cabinet above her, and her shirt rides up just enough to tease me again. A tempting sliver of her skin, a little more than last time, taunts me, and my legs move of their own volition, forgetting my place. I close my mouth stifling a groan from escaping. Desire stirs within me, sending all pertinent blood to the member below my belt.
Not good. Mia has always called to me, but this is another level. One where I feel like my need for her is only going to grow at this point. Well, my need isn’t the only thing growing for her.
What the hell am I going to do? I find myself thinking about this statement a lot lately. Shaking myself out of my own head, I ask already aware of the answer. “So, what do you normally do on Saturday nights?”
“You know this better than anyone, work. I’ll be leaving here shortly. Just because you’re off today doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” She winks at me before handing me a glass, of what, I’m not sure.
“But I thought you were off?” Confusion laces my question.
“I was, but Eddie called and asked if I could come in. Someone called off. I imagine it’s Sabrina.”
I nod. “So, what is this?” I say, sniffing the beverage.
She laughs. “It’s a dick sucker.”
I can’t hold in the moan that escapes my lips as I think about her doing that exact thing to me.
“So Brooks, I’ll need to leave here in a little bit. But first, I think we need to set some ground rules for you living here. You’ve had a roommate before but living with another guy is a little different than living with a girl.” Her flat tone leaves me almost worried about what’s going to come out of her mouth next.
“Um… okay.”
“First, you can’t come in here looking like sex on a stick and expect me to just do things for you. I’m not your girlfriend or your mom. Basic manners are a must. I need you to do your own laundry and help with dishes. I expect you to put the toilet seat down when you pee. If I walk in there one time and my bare ass is greeted by cold porcelain, we’re gonna have an issue. Like me yelling at you super early in the morning.”
I laugh, but she continues. Picturing it in my mind is fucking priceless. “If the toilet paper roll is empty, replace it. Don’t just leave it on top of the toilet paper holder. I may tend bar, but I won’t be tending to you. Unless… you ask for it. And by it… I mean sex. There are rules about that too, but we’ll swing back to those.”
She sighs. “I don’t cook, so don’t expect it. Just cause your momma made you homemade meals every night doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same. And eating out daily will certainly kill that boyish figure, so I don’t recommend that either.”
My chest rises in a laugh and my dick twitches at her insulting