Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
my feet on a pillow on her coffee table, I prepare to relax and chill for the next hour or so before my next sex lesson. Mia hands me a glass of wine and I take a gulp.“Easy, handsome. For someone who doesn’t drink a lot, you should probably take it slow.” I nod, taking note that wine can obviously provide a good buzz. I won’t tell her that I’ve never actually had wine other than the tiny glasses provided with communion at church, granted those were probably watered down.
She plops down on the empty spot beside me on the couch. “So, what were you thinking?” she asks while grabbing a throw and snuggling beneath it. She holds it up to me as if she’s asking if I also want to be under it and I nod. Hell yes, I want to be snuggled under a blanket on the couch with her. But first.
“Hey, let me start up a fire. You’re cold, and we can’t have that, now can we?”
“You could just come over here and warm me up…” She winks at me, and I can’t help but grin back at her.
“Oh, I plan to, Pixie.”
Leaving the warmth of Mia and the throw, I make my way over to the fireplace. A couple weeks ago, I’d moved around the logs and gravel to dust them, preparing for the cold. Now all I have to do is hit a switch, and the fire lights up. It’s a gas fireplace, not a real one, but it still gives a great ambiance to the room. Still makes it feel cozy and romantic, even though that’s the complete opposite of what I should be going for with her. I walk back toward the couch, and she lifts the throw again, allowing me back into her bubble.
“What do you want to watch tonight, Mia?” Assuming we’ll get into one of our favorite shows like normal.
She taps a finger to her lips, and I watch the slow movement. She’s wavering. I can tell. “Well, I was thinking… Let’s do something more fun, like play twenty-one questions. It’s a great way to get to know each other. Plus, it lets you ask me any questions about sex before it actually happens.”
“Okay… how do you play twenty-one questions?”
“Well, I like to play by my own rules. Basically, I’ll ask you twenty-one questions, and you’ll ask me the same. We’ll trade off asking. Here’s the part I switch up. If you don’t feel like answering the question or don’t want to, you can choose to take a drink of your wine instead.”
“Okay, sure.” She moves, her thigh brushing my own, and I press into her. She smiles at me, and something about that smile makes my heart pound faster.
Mia’s bright blue eyes gleam. “I’ll ask first, so you can get the hang of it. What’s your favorite thing about this town?”
I blink at her. Okay, that is not what I thought she would ask first. “Honestly, it’s just so different from where I grew up. There’s always something new to do or see.”
Mia looks over at me. “Alright, it’s your turn. Ask me whatever.”
“How about you? Why do you work in the bar? I look at the paintings spread throughout this place and they’re good. Why aren’t you doing that instead?”
“Believe it or not, it’s hard to get a good job in the art business. You have to know someone to get anywhere. Now, I show off my paintings in some of the galleries around town, but I’d probably never be able to live off of it. They always say for those who don’t teach, but I couldn’t see myself ever teaching children anything. So, Topsy Turvy it was. I worked there in college, and when I was done with college, I guess I just kinda stayed.” I nod. It makes sense to me.
“Okay, my turn. What’s so wrong with your family that you thought, picking up and moving to New York was the way to go?”
I take another gulp of my wine, not wanting to answer this question. I don’t really want to go into the whole deal of it, but she’s looking at me like she expects an answer. Mia lifts a brow, still waiting for me to say something, but I don’t.
“Where is your family?” I volley back at her.
She gives me a glare and takes a long drink of her wine. “Touché.” I watch her throat as it bobs with a sexy swallow. She catches me staring and winks. “You keep looking at me like that handsome, then I’m not going to be able to resist jumping you and riding you like a stallion.” A chuckle erupts from somewhere inside me and I waggle my eyebrows like a fool.
“A stallion, huh?”
“Yep, rough, hard fucking that’s going to make you come so hard you won’t know what hit you…”
I gulp, resisting the moan that’s trying to escape. “Damn.”
“Okay, here’s a good one. Would you rather someone always tell the truth or protect your feelings?”
She taps her chin with her finger. Pondering the question. “Depends, I guess. I find most people don’t tell the truth, so would my feelings really get protected?
“You didn’t answer the question. You simply questioned my question.”
“I guess if I had to pick, I’d go with always tell the truth and hope the person telling it was being honest.”
“How about this one… If you could find out how you were going to die, would you want to know?”
I cringe. “Geez, that’s morbid. I guess unless I get to die in my sleep, then I just want to be taken by surprise and hope it’s over quickly. I wouldn’t want to suffer.”
Mia smiles. “I think I agree with you on that one. Quick and painless is definitely the way to go.” I watch as her cheeks get rosy and thoughts pound my brain. Is her skin as warm as her cheeks are rosy right now? Would she even let me touch her without it