Steph playfully bumped Jade aside and gave me a quick hug then looked down at my foot. “Thought as much,” she said, quite sure of herself. “You need a pedi.” She held up her makeup bag which contained some bottles of nail polish.
Lil was next, holding a big bunch of assorted brightly coloured roses. “This is your official Cheer-The-Fuck-Up-Party, Luv. You didn’t want to go out dancing, so we have come to you.”
Jen giggled and waved her Michael Jackson ‘Thriller’ CD in the air.
I was speechless for a second then found my voice, although it was stuttered. “What? When? Who?”
They all pointed to Bryce.
Normally he would shrug his shoulders, or play dumb or dismiss it, but he didn’t. He just strode toward me and grabbed my face with his hands, directing my lips to his. I fell into the kiss, heavily, greedily and completely mesmerised. My walking stick fell to the floor and I held out the cake, indicating someone better grab it before I dropped it. Someone did, and as soon as my hands were free I placed them around his neck and threaded my fingers through his hair.
“Get a room,” Tash groaned.
“No, this is hot,” Steph replied.
“Where’s the fucking popcorn?” Jade asked.
“I’m getting a drink,” Lil declared.
“I miss my husband,” Jen sighed.
And Carls just asked to join in.
I ignored them all, I was totally invested in the man in my arms, drinking him in and savouring his mouth. “I love you so much,” I whispered against his mouth.
“The feeling is mutual, my love.” He kept his eyes locked on mine. “Now have a great night. Relax, drink, drool over Patrick Swayze, but just this once though,” he smirked.
“Don’t you worry, he’s got nothing on you. I’ve seen you dance...in next to nothing, remember?” I raised my eyebrow seductively at him.
“What. The. Fuck!” Steph screeched, “He dances...too? Alexis, I officially hate you. H.A.T.E you.”
Bryce kept his eyes on mine, love pouring out of them. It literally made me weak at the knees. “I’ll see you later.” He kissed me again then left the apartment, this time his kiss leaving my lips tingling, swollen, confused, and sad at his departure.
“Come on, you. Its’ party time,” said Jen encouragingly, as she threaded her arm in mine and led me to the lounge.
***
We sat down and watched Dirty Dancing while eating the delicious tapas that Bryce had arranged one of the complex’s restaurants to deliver to us. He amazed me with his attention to detail, and I pined for his return even more, so that I could show him my appreciation.
“Alexis Elizabeth Summers, get your head out of Cloud-Clark and pay attention,” Tash snapped.
“What? Sorry.” I adjusted my Celebrity Head headband and took another swig of my gin. “Is it my turn?” I asked.
They all barked. “Yes!”
“Okay, geez! Um, am I male?”
“Sometimes I think you are,” Tash added sarcastically.
I launched my cushion at her.
“Yes, Lex, you are a male,” Lil clarified.
“Am I fucking hot?”
“Yes,” Steph said bluntly.
“Are you serious?” Lil was wide eyed. “No, Lex, he is not.”
“Yes, he is,” Steph corrected her. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t want that between your legs.”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“You’re a lesbian aren’t you? Admit it, I’m totally fine with it, Lil. I love lesbians.”
I laughed at Steph’s ability to deliberately bait Lil. Lil picked up her beer bottle and wrapped her lips around it suggestively then took a drink.
“So am I fucking hot or not?” I shouted, over the top of the two of them.
Jade blew at her toes, which she’d just painted with polish. “Debateable. Ask another question.”
“Am I an actor?”
“Yes. A very fucking good actor, in more ways than one,” Jen said, a hint of anger on her face. Hmmm interesting.
“Do I have a big cock?” I asked as I tried to swallow my gin, the swallowing not working too well.
“Yes,” Steph said, in a manner that suggested she was picturing said big cock.
Lil gagged. “Bet you it’s tiny.”
Steph scowled at Lil. “His hands are huge. Enough said.”
“That’s a fucking myth,” Lil bit back.
I automatically found myself thinking of Bryce’s large, luscious hands and his equally large luscious cock. Myth or not, my Mr. Huge-Hands-Clark is not an exception.
“Alexis! Stop thinking about wrapping your lips around Bryce’s man-rod,” Tash said with her hands on her hips.