Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
and stare over her shoulder. Maybe I could ask Eddie to switch my shifts with someone, so we could at least work together.“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Her question breaks through the disappointment I’m feeling. “Nothing, it’s just that I kind of like having you around,” I admit it out loud.
“Awww, that’s sweet. I’m sure you’ll eventually get sick of me. Tell me that you don’t like my painting, or you can’t stand the fact that I smoke weed or…. I don’t know. I’m sure you’ll think of something. It happens more than you think.”
I scoff. “I highly doubt that.”
She ducks her face, however, I don’t miss the grin that spreads across it first. “Okay.”
“Anything else I need to know before you leave?”
Mia runs her hand through her brightly colored hair and looks around. “Oh, you’re going to need this too,” she says, dropping a key in my hand. “You know, in case you want to go out.” The weight of it in my hand feels significant. Her fingers tickle my palm as she pulls away, and I’m saddened by the loss of heat when she fully disconnects.
“Thanks for putting your trust in me to not snoop through all your stuff before you get home. And for everything.”
“You’re a good guy, Brooks. Even if you do snoop, what are you going to do? Go through my underwear drawer? Wear it on your head? You know the terms of jerking off. Just be warned if I see it, I’m joining in.”
“Don’t tempt me, woman.” I blink, confused about where that comment came from… She doesn’t say anything else but gives me a smile and a wink.
I’m glad that she trusts me with this. I feel like I’m making a huge deal out of this, but I’ve been into Mia since the first time she offered me a blowjob (not literally). Mia will be in my proximity all the time now. Well, not always her, but her stuff. I sound like a creep in my own mind, but I don’t really care.
“What’s that look for?” Her question pulls me from my dirty musings.
I cough to cover up the arousal clogging my throat. “Just thinking about later.” When I can jerk off in the privacy of the bathroom and think about you while I do it. Screw my bedroom only. I think to myself.
“Oh, big plans?”
The biggest.
“Apparently, I need to go shopping.”
The baby blue eyes sparkle with amusement. “Lucky you. I will try super hard not to be jealous that you’re out shopping for normal people stuff while I’m dealing with drunkards.”
“Well, if you want, I can wait until you can come with me. Ya know to make sure I get everything I need? Say sometime this next week between our shifts?” I want to erase the comment she had earlier about not being around most of the time. I want to be around her constantly.
She seems like she’s debating it, so I feel the need to put on the pressure. “Look, I am a grown-ass man who is just asking for some guidance, please.”
She still hasn’t agreed so I decided to pull out the big guns. “Pleassseeeee.” I stick out my bottom lip, imitating a child, but when her eyes glance to my mouth, her look is anything but childlike and sexy as hell. I don’t mind it one bit.
She rolls her eyes and then mumbles, “Okay, fine. I guess I’ll go shopping with you, weirdo. If you insist.”
Blood pumps through my veins and I want to dance with glee, but that wouldn’t be very manlike, so I shrug. “It’s a date then!”
Her jaw drops with a garbled exhale. “Yeah…no.”
I’m pretty sure this attraction isn’t one-sided by far. Unless I’m blind, Mia is giving me tiny hints and comments that show interest. They sure as hell make my dick twitch. I dig her naughty eye language and her inapproapriate conversations.
As if reading my dirty thoughts, she reaches up and runs her fingers through her long strands of rainbow-colored hair, the movement causing her shirt to rise up. I’m given a brief flash of a pink stoned belly button piercing, and I have to immediately adjust my semi. Shit, just a brief glimpse and I’m treated to a sexy little piercing that turns me on faster than I can swallow.
“It was a joke. Just a joke, geez.” I put my hands out in a non-offensive manner. Her reaction is a jab to my gut, so I look away. I don’t want her to see my face.
“Uh huh,” she says, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Alright, one adult helping another adult, that’s it.” I tell her honestly because I’ll take what I can get. I’m not entirely sure where the boundaries are with us. I’d like to know, but I’m also not sure if I want to know.
“This is a friend and roommate, possibly benefits thing…” She points between us, and even though it makes me sad I get it. Obviously, something caused this reaction in her and even though I want to get to the bottom of whatever that is, it won’t happen today.
“It’s all up to you, Mia. Your apartment, your rules,” I say, motioning around us.
She smiles. “Now that’s something I can work with, but it’s our place, not just mine anymore.” On that note, she does one more solitary glance at the clock. “Okay, I really gotta go this time. I’ll see you on the flip side.”
“Have a good night at work, roomie!” I holler after her as she runs out the door. Now to find something to do to occupy my time…
Holy sex god, Brooks is hot as fuck. The forgetting to wear a tee shirt. The grey sweatpants. The freaking dick print. Lord have mercy, you don’t even understand…
And don’t get me started on that sweet personality and charm. I almost can’t handle it. There must be something wrong with me because I’ve never been this attracted to someone that isn’t a glorified asshole.
I mean, look at any one