my door any minute with her annoyingly chipper
façade.
Only I wasn’t in my
room. I wasn’t even in my house.
The memories of
yesterday and last night came to mind. I couldn’t believe that I confessed in a
moment of sheer stupidity that I had a crush on him when we were kids and
secretly had a thing for bad boys.
Stupid
of me.
I stretched a little.
The bed wasn’t comfortable so my back was aching and stiff.
I noticed I was on the
edge of the bed, barely hanging on so I went to shimmy over but was pushed more
off the bed as Dylan groaned beside me.
Trying to move away from
him and keep my place on the bed, it didn’t work. I landed on the floor, arms
flailing, legs kicking as I try to catch myself.
Dylan heard the thump
and leaned over the side of the bed. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Jackass,” I replied
with a sour edge to my voice as I picked myself off the floor, rubbing my ass.
Dylan swung his legs
around the side of the bed and sat there for a moment looking out the window.
His head hung and he removed himself from the bed reaching for his cigarettes
in his jeans neatly folded on the chair next to the bed and then walked outside
on the balcony, chuckling. I watched him closely, admiring the way his back
muscles flexed as he walked and the tattoos that I never knew were there on his
back. I wasn’t sure what they all were but they were beautiful. None seemed to
be overly colorful but instead darker shades of black, gray, red and some with
a navy blue. He must have noticed me staring because before he opened the door
he turned and smirked.
Embarrassed, I looked
down at my feet dangling off the side of the bed, noticing I need to paint my
toenails. My mom would have been horrified if she would have seen them. Every
Saturday morning my mom, Mercedes and her mother Teresa got together for what
they called Spa Saturday at Tuscan Spa Sanctuary in Olympia.
Though they specialized
in a Zen-bliss as they called it, it was torture for me and today, being
Saturday, I was relieved not to have to attend.
After I regained some
composure, I made my way out to the balcony where Dylan was leaning against the
railing. Smoke billowing around him as he took a deep drag from his cigarette,
his attention captivated by the street below.
His tattooed back and
muscles distracted me. His back was to me, so I tried to decipher what the
shapes and the writing that surrounded them were. There was one down his spine
that appeared to be some sort of scripture in a foreign language.
The moment I opened the
slider door, the heat of the morning hit me. It was a nice change from the
crisp mornings of the Puget Sound. Though we hadn’t gone far, the climate in
southern Oregon was noticeably different.
Dylan looked over his
shoulder at me when the slider clicked against the metal frame. His smirk was
present when his eyes raked down my body, taking in my black cotton shorts and
small tank top.
Since he was examining
me, I did the same noticing he wasn’t wearing much other than a pair of navy
blue Nike workout shorts with the elastic band of his white boxer briefs
peeking through the top.
Sitting in the plastic chair
near the door, I drew my legs up to my chest. “Where to
today?”
Dylan raised an eyebrow
and then put his cigarette out against the railing, tossing it over the edge.
“I told you,” he grinned but it wasn’t a grin that held, “city by city,”
“Okay…what city today?”
“San Jose?” He
suggested, raising his eyebrows again.
“Okay.” I stood up.
“Can I shower first?”
His eyes shined
playfully but there was more to the smile than he was leading on. “Can I join
you?” He asked, looking completely serious.
“Nope,”
“Such a tease,” he
mumbled chuckling when I shook my ass a little at him as I closed the slider.
The flirting and
teasing was even more apparent this morning after our confessions but it was
also nice. There’s something about flirting with someone you’re
façade.
Only I wasn’t in my
room. I wasn’t even in my house.
The memories of
yesterday and last night came to mind. I couldn’t believe that I confessed in a
moment of sheer stupidity that I had a crush on him when we were kids and
secretly had a thing for bad boys.
Stupid
of me.
I stretched a little.
The bed wasn’t comfortable so my back was aching and stiff.
I noticed I was on the
edge of the bed, barely hanging on so I went to shimmy over but was pushed more
off the bed as Dylan groaned beside me.
Trying to move away from
him and keep my place on the bed, it didn’t work. I landed on the floor, arms
flailing, legs kicking as I try to catch myself.
Dylan heard the thump
and leaned over the side of the bed. “Why are you on the floor?”
“Jackass,” I replied
with a sour edge to my voice as I picked myself off the floor, rubbing my ass.
Dylan swung his legs
around the side of the bed and sat there for a moment looking out the window.
His head hung and he removed himself from the bed reaching for his cigarettes
in his jeans neatly folded on the chair next to the bed and then walked outside
on the balcony, chuckling. I watched him closely, admiring the way his back
muscles flexed as he walked and the tattoos that I never knew were there on his
back. I wasn’t sure what they all were but they were beautiful. None seemed to
be overly colorful but instead darker shades of black, gray, red and some with
a navy blue. He must have noticed me staring because before he opened the door
he turned and smirked.
Embarrassed, I looked
down at my feet dangling off the side of the bed, noticing I need to paint my
toenails. My mom would have been horrified if she would have seen them. Every
Saturday morning my mom, Mercedes and her mother Teresa got together for what
they called Spa Saturday at Tuscan Spa Sanctuary in Olympia.
Though they specialized
in a Zen-bliss as they called it, it was torture for me and today, being
Saturday, I was relieved not to have to attend.
After I regained some
composure, I made my way out to the balcony where Dylan was leaning against the
railing. Smoke billowing around him as he took a deep drag from his cigarette,
his attention captivated by the street below.
His tattooed back and
muscles distracted me. His back was to me, so I tried to decipher what the
shapes and the writing that surrounded them were. There was one down his spine
that appeared to be some sort of scripture in a foreign language.
The moment I opened the
slider door, the heat of the morning hit me. It was a nice change from the
crisp mornings of the Puget Sound. Though we hadn’t gone far, the climate in
southern Oregon was noticeably different.
Dylan looked over his
shoulder at me when the slider clicked against the metal frame. His smirk was
present when his eyes raked down my body, taking in my black cotton shorts and
small tank top.
Since he was examining
me, I did the same noticing he wasn’t wearing much other than a pair of navy
blue Nike workout shorts with the elastic band of his white boxer briefs
peeking through the top.
Sitting in the plastic chair
near the door, I drew my legs up to my chest. “Where to
today?”
Dylan raised an eyebrow
and then put his cigarette out against the railing, tossing it over the edge.
“I told you,” he grinned but it wasn’t a grin that held, “city by city,”
“Okay…what city today?”
“San Jose?” He
suggested, raising his eyebrows again.
“Okay.” I stood up.
“Can I shower first?”
His eyes shined
playfully but there was more to the smile than he was leading on. “Can I join
you?” He asked, looking completely serious.
“Nope,”
“Such a tease,” he
mumbled chuckling when I shook my ass a little at him as I closed the slider.
The flirting and
teasing was even more apparent this morning after our confessions but it was
also nice. There’s something about flirting with someone you’re
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