Forever Light(37)

“Ugh, kill it first and then you can get in bed with me you big baby.”

He rustles around with the covers, “I’m not killing it. It’s big enough to eat me.”

I roll my eyes as Cash elbows his way into bed with me.

It’s quiet for all of five minutes. I think he may have fallen asleep or so I thought. He rolls and his heavy arm flops across my chest momentarily leaving me breathless. I shove it off. “What now?”

He groans, “I have to pee.”

I roll over top of Cash so he can get out of bed. “So go pee.”

I lay facing the wall not wanting to look at Cash’s ass because I’m afraid my mind will start to wander when suddenly I hear a stream of water. I quickly turn towards the sound and all I see is Cash’s white ass. “Cash!” I yell.

He turns still peeing and turns toward me peeing all over the floor.

“You couldn’t make it the two steps to the bathroom?” I say. My eyes wander down to his penis. I shouldn’t look but I do anyway. Who wouldn’t?

Cash looks around confused. “I thought this was the bathroom?” He sways and leans against the wall. “Your plant looked dry. Needed water.”

I lay back down and shake my head throwing my arms over my face. There is no use talking to him and it’s too late to get him to the bathroom. I grumble to myself, “You owe me a new plant.”

When Cash turns around his pants are around his ankles. He’s naked. He tries to jump in my bed commando but that shit isn’t flying. I’ve already seen his penis and if anyone walks in and sees that he’s naked it’s going to start a shit storm. My mind drifts to Landon. He’d be fucking murderous if he saw this scene right now.

“You aren’t getting in my bed naked, Cash.” I push on his leg to keep him off the bed.

He struggles with pulling his boxer briefs up. I’ve always wondered if Cash was a boxer or briefs kind of guy. Guess he’s both. Finally, he gets them up and flops down in bed.

We just get comfortable, and he’s snoring against my cheek. Heather opens the bathroom door that connects our rooms. I know it’s Heather without even seeing her. She’s the only one who ever just walks in.

She walks around the side of my bed and slips in Cash’s pee almost falling on top of me. I reach an arm out to steady her.

“What the fuck?” She says and then slaps a hand over her mouth when she notices Cash.

I try to move but Cash rolls. The covers bunch between us exposing his bare legs.

Heather’s eyes go wide and she whispers. “You’re in bed with a naked Cash?”

I slap my forehead with the hand that was steadying Heather.

“Let me peek?” Heather says taking a step closer. “Just one tiny peek. I won’t tell.”

I roll my eyes and push Cash so I can sit up.

“You want to tell me why Cash Bryant is in your bed?”

I laugh because she’s never going to believe me. “He’s afraid of the dark and he saw a spider.”

A look comes over Heather’s face; nothing good can come from that. She’s thinking something. I know her and she turns around and rummages through my nightstand looking for something.

A clicking sound fills the room and then I have to squint because she’s shining a flashlight in my face. “What the hell?”

“Let me see.” She pulls on the blanket trying to see. “You have the star quarterback in your bed. Let. Me. See.”

We struggle; she’s practically on top of Cash at one point and trying her hardest to see his junk.

“Go away.” I rip the flashlight out of her hand and throw it across the room. It lands next to my plant. It flickers a few times then goes out.

“You’re no fun.” This time she rolls her eyes and looks at the flashlight. “How come the floor’s wet?”

I giggle because what else can I do? This night is going downhill fast. “He peed on the plant, sort of.”

Heather laughs, “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope.”

She sighs, “I always miss all the fun.”

I roll my eyes, “Oh yeah, you missed everything. Cash falling asleep in the middle of the street, he pissed on my plant and he tried to get in bed with me naked. Oh, and I saw his penis.”

Heather’s eyes go wide. “You saw his penis? Was it nice?”

“Oh, God. Goodnight, Heather.”

She crosses her arms. “Well? Was it?”

“Goodnight, Heather.”

Cash groans beside me and moves the arm that’s over his face to my boob. “It’s glorious.” I move his arm and slap his forehead with my hand. “Go to sleep.”

I’ll never tell her it was a nice penis although I’ve only seen two in my life so I don’t really have anything to compare it to. This is going to be one story to tell Cash in the morning because I know damn well he isn’t going to remember it.