“Do you want a drink or anything?” I ask him as I move towards the kitchen to turn the light off. Now the only light we have is the light coming from the TV.
“I don’t want anything to drink, Vicky. Tell me what you meant.” I sit on the opposite side of the sofa; not intentionally, it just happened to be where my body took me too.
“I- I don’t know, I’m getting confused with the feelings I’m beginning to have for you.”
He clenches his fists together on top of his knee while looking up to me. I swear this man looks sexy in whatever face he pulls. “Zane will be here soon, don’t ask because I don’t know.” Interesting, if I wasn’t so caught up in our shit, I would ask why. He throws his arms over the edge of the couch, looking over to me; a slow smile comes onto his lips.
“I won’t bite… hard,” he pats the spot next to him before biting his bottom lip. What the fuck, this man was born to turn women on, it’s not fair. I move next to him, without touching, until he pulls me on top of him so I’m spread across his legs. He puts his face in the crook of my neck. “Don’t think too much into this Vicky, or it will fuck with you, but for the moment know this; I can’t think of anyone past you, you’ve put up this invisible wall in front of every other girl. I see no one, and I want no one else on my dick, but you.” I smile at him, and then he kisses me on the lips. How the fuck can I not think too much into that comment, when he just said the sweetest thing I will probably ever hear come out of his mouth? “I’ll try not to.” He smiles a small smile at me; I wonder how his crazy ex-girlfriend managed to crack his wall down. Maybe we could exchange advice; she can tell me how to pull Blake’s wall down, and I’ll tell her how to not be such a disgusting slut bag. Rolling off him, I get up and just as I stand, he grabs my arm; pulling me back down to him. He pulls my lips to his, giving me a quick kiss. “Feel like a big breakfast?” I ask as I get back up, looking down to him.
“Always,” he responds, slapping my ass as I walk into the kitchen. Just when I get started on breakfast, I hear the door knock. “Blake? It’ll be Zane,” I yell out from the kitchen. I don’t really know Zane at all, and I know I have not seen him with any other women; but I wouldn’t be a friend if I didn’t remind him of exactly what would happen if he hurts my best friend.
Turning on my Bose sound dock, I turn up Snoop Dogg’s “Wiggle” while I get started on making breakfast, looking over to the lounge every few seconds to see the boys deep in conversation. Putting the bacon in the pan, I turn around to find Alaina standing in the lounge, staring holes into my head. "The fuck Vick, turn it down!" she moans, covering her ears. I turn to her laughing, "No can do sugar, I'm on a good vibe this morning; all I want to do is dance.” I drop it low and start shaking my ass in front of her grumpy face.
"You know I love you and all that, but if you don't turn it down now, I just might cut you in your sleep." I laugh as she walks back into her room, and a few seconds later, Zane follows her in. There it is. I dish out our plates, taking them into the lounge and sitting down next to Blake as I bite into the streaky bacon. Blake looks at me in amusement.
“How is it that you can eat all this, but never show for it?” I lick the fatty goodness off my finger, taking it deep into my throat. “Good genes?”
He drops his food back onto his plate and squeezes under my chin with one hand, pulling my face into a kiss. He skims over my bottom lip with his thumb, pulling it into his mouth and sucking the bacon taste off it. “Don’t ever do that sexy shit again, not in public.” Then he smiles while pulling his finger out of his mouth. How can that turn me on so much?
“You know—” I was just about to say something, until I hear moaning come from Lainy’s room. “What the fuck?” I whisper to Blake. He shrugs his shoulders and chuckles.
“Don’t know what’s going on there, but Zane doesn’t usually sleep with the first girl he sees.” I take a bite out of my waffle.
“Is he a—” Blake cuts me off, shaking his head.
“Don’t do the ‘murderer’ thing again. Unless you want the truth?” he asks with an arched eyebrow. I think over what he just asked, would I want to know? Do I already know? I shrug, carrying on with my food. “Maybe one day. Not today though.”
After taking my plate to the sink, I make my way down to my room just in time to see Zane, who is walking out of Alaina’s room with perfect ‘just fucked’ hair. I decide that now is a good time to throw a little warning into the air. “If you hurt her—” I begin to say to him, before he cuts me off. “You will do nothing, because you can’t. And what I do with her is none of your business.” Cocky son of a bitch. I raise my eyebrows and cock my head back. “Like fuck I’ll be settling for that as an answer!” I say, spinning around as he carries on out the door; I notice he is not going to stop his speedy exit. “Just remember one thing, Zane,” I pause momentarily. “You’re not the only one who sleeps with a 9 under their pillow.”