in the space where my name should have been, I’d typed The Crazy Drunk Girl. And as the surname, Who Is Really Sorry.
His mouth twitched into a half smile.
“I’m leaving it like that, you know,” he said, locking the phone and sticking it in his pocket. Then he looked at me.
“Good. You’ll probably need to refer to it again. Many times.”
“Will I?” he said, and grinned. “And by that, I assume you mean you want me around to berate more often?”
I considered him for a moment and his face sobered. “Did you really only just buy that phone today?”
“Yeah.”
“And just for my number?”
He didn’t say anything. I don’t think he’d planned to tell me that, but I could read the truth of it in his face as he looked at me.
“I’ve never made any promises to be good at this, but I though you knew how I felt,” he said, shifting closer to me.
“How the fuck would I know that?” I said, then I looked down as his hand found mine on the concrete below us, his fingers covering mine.
“You think I show up in my underwear for just any girl?”
“I don’t know what you’d do. I barely know you,” I said, glancing at his face and then back down at our fingers. I felt the flaming heat in the pit of my stomach, but I felt afraid too.
“Well, get to know me, then.”
I looked up at his face to tell him that I’d tried, that he wouldn’t answer my questions, but I was distracted by his amber eyes so close to mine.
Then he pulled his phone back out of his pocket and hit a few buttons. I felt my purse vibrating against my thigh and glanced down at it. He pressed another button and put his phone away, and the vibrating stopped.
“There. Now you have my number. You’ve got me on your chain. Yank it and I’ll do your bidding.”
I started to protest. “I don’t want you to—”
“I’m kidding,” he said with a grin, learning in closer to me. “Sort of.” His hand was going to my face and he drew himself to me and kissed me. I was still frozen, my head spinning.
“Brendan,” I said against his mouth, and he drew back, waiting for whatever was coming next. But I had so many things swirling in my brain, that I couldn’t pluck out any and actually speak. So instead, I said, “Take me home?”
And he did.
six
I DIDN ’ T SNEAK out of bed this time. One, because I was trapped on the wall side of my single bed, while Brandon’s body took up most of the space where he lay on his stomach, one arm dangling off the side. But I didn’t begrudge him that, because my second reason for not getting up was the visual appreciation of Brendan’s body in my bed. The night before, I’d got up, showered and put on a T-shirt and pants before going to sleep, but he slept naked.
And I wasn’t complaining.
I leant down and kissed his bare shoulder lightly. And breathed in his scent. He hadn’t been drinking at all the night before, so there was no stale alcohol smell to mask his goodness.
My phone buzzed on my bedside table. Trying not to disturb him, I raised myself on one arm and my knees and tried to balance and lean over to reach it.
But then I saw his eyes pop open just as I was hovering over his face.
“Hey,” he said and grinned.
“Hey.” He flipped over underneath me and pulled me down on top of him.
“I was awake while you were sniffing me,” he said, still grinning.
“I was not sniffing you,” I said, indignantly. I straddled him and grabbed his arms off me, pinning them to the mattress above his head. Then in a quieter voice, I added, “You just smell good.”
“Good enough to eat?” I laughed at the hopefulness in his face, then I looked closer at a mark on his neck, taking one hand off his arm to run a fingertip over it.
“Looks like I already tried,” I said. I dipped my head and kissed the hickey. He tilted his head back, giving me easier access, and I kissed lower, down to his collarbone.
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I could feel his total
His mouth twitched into a half smile.
“I’m leaving it like that, you know,” he said, locking the phone and sticking it in his pocket. Then he looked at me.
“Good. You’ll probably need to refer to it again. Many times.”
“Will I?” he said, and grinned. “And by that, I assume you mean you want me around to berate more often?”
I considered him for a moment and his face sobered. “Did you really only just buy that phone today?”
“Yeah.”
“And just for my number?”
He didn’t say anything. I don’t think he’d planned to tell me that, but I could read the truth of it in his face as he looked at me.
“I’ve never made any promises to be good at this, but I though you knew how I felt,” he said, shifting closer to me.
“How the fuck would I know that?” I said, then I looked down as his hand found mine on the concrete below us, his fingers covering mine.
“You think I show up in my underwear for just any girl?”
“I don’t know what you’d do. I barely know you,” I said, glancing at his face and then back down at our fingers. I felt the flaming heat in the pit of my stomach, but I felt afraid too.
“Well, get to know me, then.”
I looked up at his face to tell him that I’d tried, that he wouldn’t answer my questions, but I was distracted by his amber eyes so close to mine.
Then he pulled his phone back out of his pocket and hit a few buttons. I felt my purse vibrating against my thigh and glanced down at it. He pressed another button and put his phone away, and the vibrating stopped.
“There. Now you have my number. You’ve got me on your chain. Yank it and I’ll do your bidding.”
I started to protest. “I don’t want you to—”
“I’m kidding,” he said with a grin, learning in closer to me. “Sort of.” His hand was going to my face and he drew himself to me and kissed me. I was still frozen, my head spinning.
“Brendan,” I said against his mouth, and he drew back, waiting for whatever was coming next. But I had so many things swirling in my brain, that I couldn’t pluck out any and actually speak. So instead, I said, “Take me home?”
And he did.
six
I DIDN ’ T SNEAK out of bed this time. One, because I was trapped on the wall side of my single bed, while Brandon’s body took up most of the space where he lay on his stomach, one arm dangling off the side. But I didn’t begrudge him that, because my second reason for not getting up was the visual appreciation of Brendan’s body in my bed. The night before, I’d got up, showered and put on a T-shirt and pants before going to sleep, but he slept naked.
And I wasn’t complaining.
I leant down and kissed his bare shoulder lightly. And breathed in his scent. He hadn’t been drinking at all the night before, so there was no stale alcohol smell to mask his goodness.
My phone buzzed on my bedside table. Trying not to disturb him, I raised myself on one arm and my knees and tried to balance and lean over to reach it.
But then I saw his eyes pop open just as I was hovering over his face.
“Hey,” he said and grinned.
“Hey.” He flipped over underneath me and pulled me down on top of him.
“I was awake while you were sniffing me,” he said, still grinning.
“I was not sniffing you,” I said, indignantly. I straddled him and grabbed his arms off me, pinning them to the mattress above his head. Then in a quieter voice, I added, “You just smell good.”
“Good enough to eat?” I laughed at the hopefulness in his face, then I looked closer at a mark on his neck, taking one hand off his arm to run a fingertip over it.
“Looks like I already tried,” I said. I dipped my head and kissed the hickey. He tilted his head back, giving me easier access, and I kissed lower, down to his collarbone.
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I could feel his total
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