Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
doors?”The look of shock on his face doesn’t go unnoticed. His eyes pass between my face and the joint between my fingers. And when he raises an eyebrow, I snap, “Weed isn’t a drug. I’m talking about harder drugs. The ones that really mess you up. Leave you passed out so close to an overdose that you can’t tell you’re even alive anymore. There’s no coming back from those after your brain is so screwed up.”
“Hey, I’m not saying anything, Mia. I’m just listening,” he defends himself. “So, your parents weren’t in love?”
“Love doesn’t exist, Brooks. It’s a fairy tale people concocted to believe in something more than themselves.”
“That’s not true, Mia. Love exists.”
“Okay then, tell me Mr. I-don’t-talk-about-my-hometown. Did your parents love each other? Did they say I love you as they tucked you into bed every night while reading you a bedtime story?”
He turns away, looking anywhere but at me. “That’s what I thought.”
“Just because they didn’t love, doesn’t mean it’s not possible. I choose to believe it does exist.”
“You keep believing it, Brooks. Maybe someday it’ll come true for you.”
“You never know. One day someone could walk into your life and change your whole world.”
I scoff, which probably isn’t the right thing to do, but I don’t see it ever happening. Life has a funny way of suggesting that love exists. And it certainly hasn’t shown itself to me, so why would I believe the hype? Why would it wait until now to appear? Love, this figment of the imagination.
“So… let’s get back to you never spending the night in the same bed with a woman. How do you feel about trying it tonight? I’ve been dying to try out that big ass bed you got hiding in there. Plus, another thing to tick off the bucket list!”
I stand up and figuratively brush off all the deep talk as if it hadn’t happened. We have a list. A set of goals to get Brooks ready to date and be able to give a woman pleasure. Stick to it. I tell myself. Tonight was way too intimate.
“We’ll be snuggle buddies tonight, but no funny business. Sleeping only. I’ve had a little too much alcohol to participate in full on sex.” I start to walk toward his room and then pause. Looking back over my shoulder I realize he isn’t following me, just staring. “Hey, you coming?”
Chocolate eyes meet mine, and I can see the ebb and flow of each thought. “What’s wrong, big guy?” I walk over and rub his shoulder.
“Nothing at all,” he mutters, but I know it’s a lie. I can’t get a read on him right now, and I hate it. I feel like I’m overthinking this, and I don’t overthink things… He follows me into his bedroom.
“I forgot how big it was.”
“That’s what she said…” I hear Brooks joke from behind me.
“Okay, Mr. Smarty Pants.” He gives me that typical Brooks smile, and I swear to God my panties are like bye y’all.
The rapid beat of my heart threatens to consume me. He walks toward me, placing a big, hot palm to the small of my back and I feel the energy that zips between us. He sweeps his arm toward the bed. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” Where in the hell did Brooks come up with this smooth talk? I stare, confused, and he just grins at me. A whole night snuggling in the same bed with this man may just capsize every single thought I’ve been holding afloat.
Is it hot in here or just me? I feel an arm curl around me, grabbing me and pulling me tighter into him. A leg flops over mine, and I realize that it’s not the covers on me anymore—notes of musk and sandalwood flood my senses.
I peep one eye open, finding myself face to face with one asleep Brooks. My eyes roam over his face. The sun peeking in through the window lights up every corner of his face, and I can’t help but admire him. Eyebrows the same dark brown color as his hair. Strong jawline and a smattering of facial hair that makes him uber sexy. A smile crosses his face but then slips away before his eyebrows scrunch. Letting my eyes trail down, I realize that he doesn’t have a shirt on, and those sexy as hell abs are on complete display for me to openly ogle.
I shut my eyes again and nuzzle in closer to him. Allowing myself a solitary moment while he’s asleep to just enjoy the closeness without all the pressure of him being awake. It’s the first time I haven’t felt truly alone waking up, and for just a few minutes, I want to revel in it. Enjoy the feeling of a warm body against mine. Might as well take advantage of the opportunity that’s unveiled itself to me.
Clearly, it doesn’t matter how big the bed is because our bodies are unconsciously drawn together in this snuggle fest. I’m taking it back to the fact that he’s warm, I’m warm… therefore, we just magnetically stuck to each other to supply heat. Two magnetically charged points finding each other.
I shouldn’t stay here very long. That would definitely give the wrong idea. I’ll give myself just a couple more minutes of snuggles, then I’ll worm my way out of bed and start my morning. Just a couple more minutes. I say it to myself like I’ll really stick to that idea.
Brooks shifts slightly, and all of a sudden, I’m prodded with the world’s most impressive morning wood.
Well, hello there, big boy.
My thighs clench together as I think about what it’s going to feel like once I finally get that bad boy inside of me. I squirm to get a better feel of it pressed against me. If only I could get him to move just slightly, then I could get myself right on top of him. Oomph. I just got stabbed again by his massive rod. I can’t move.