hair. I’m starting to catch on to his little nuances. He always reaches for his hair when he feels uncomfortable. It’s his own boyish way of blushing. “You’re anything but a girl. In fact, I think I felt proof of that earlier.” I move my hand from his back to his upper thigh.
He catches my hand on the way up. “Okay. Stop, Shel, or we might not get the damn movie started.”
We both laugh. I love this. Endless laughter, giddiness, butterflies doing somersaults in my belly. Cute. I could get used to having Matty around on a more permanent basis.
“ You know what?” He drops the DVDs on the table. “We need food. Forget the movie. Let’s go eat.” He’s right. We haven’t eaten anything since the cereal this morning and it’s way past lunch time and I do believe we worked up quite an appetite.
“ But I’m not dressed to go out.” I look down at my tee and yoga pants. Disclaimer: I don’t do yoga. Not since I tried it one time with Mel and we got kicked out for talking. I can’t shut up for five minutes, let alone sixty. And not when the 300-pound guy next to me is trying to fold himself into a pretzel while ridding his body of baby poop scented gas. Who can remain silent throughout that? Tell me, who?
“ We can go through a drive-thru,” he suggests. “Unless you wanna eat more cereal?”
I take a second to consider this. “While the Crunch Berries are calling my name, I think we could use some fresh air. It smells like non-sex in here and it’s making me horny. Fresh air would be good.”
Matty holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go, horn dog.”
“ Good idea. Let’s get some corn dogs.” I can almost taste the flavors in my mouth. “Wait a minute. I’m not sure I want to put something so phallic looking in my mouth right now.”
“ You’re so dirty, Shel.” He shakes his head, yet again.
“ Matty, do you need me to tone it down? My dirty mind shouldn’t come as a shock. I thought I could be myself around you.”
He slings his arm around me as we walk out of my house. “No, by all means, be yourself. I don’t want you to put on a show for me. But … if I’m going to watch you put anything phallic-like in your mouth, I sure as hell don’t want it to be a hot dog. So let’s get a burger.”
“ I like the way you think,” I tell him. He winks at me as I duck into his car.
The first thing I do is take my cell out of my bag to text Mel. She’s probably going crazy trying to figure out what happened last night.
Me: matty slept over. No sex. were spndng day 2gthr.
Mel: what? NO Sex? why the f not?
Me: he wnts me 2 <3 him 1st
Mel: what a girl. wht r u doin now?
Me: getting food. wrkd up an appetite. making out like horny teenagers
Mel: love it! Is it true wht they say bout shoe size? ;) ;)
Me: idk. YET!!! lol
Chapter Nine
“ Holy hell,” I say, watching my best friend step into my classroom. “You look like shit. Are you sure you’re okay to be back at work?” She’s had the flu since Sunday morning. Her face looks swollen, and she looks like she needs to sleep for another five days before she can even begin to appear rested.
“ Are you frickin’ kidding? I’m dying to hear about your love fest with Matt. I couldn’t wait another day. I’ll be fine.” She plops herself in a chair next to me and rests her head on my desk. “Now spill. You have twenty minutes. Give me the short but detailed version, if there’s such a thing.”
Her voice sounds like she's plugging her nose, and I look at the can of Lysol on my file cabinet and have to stop myself from spraying her with it. I have no desire to get sick right now and put a damper on any future 'love fests' with Matty.
Taking a swig of my Diet Coke, I think a beer would be so much better for this story, but it will have to do. I take a deep breath before I recount the details beginning with Friday night when Mel left. I can’t give her the minute-by-minute play by play, but I’ll try my
He catches my hand on the way up. “Okay. Stop, Shel, or we might not get the damn movie started.”
We both laugh. I love this. Endless laughter, giddiness, butterflies doing somersaults in my belly. Cute. I could get used to having Matty around on a more permanent basis.
“ You know what?” He drops the DVDs on the table. “We need food. Forget the movie. Let’s go eat.” He’s right. We haven’t eaten anything since the cereal this morning and it’s way past lunch time and I do believe we worked up quite an appetite.
“ But I’m not dressed to go out.” I look down at my tee and yoga pants. Disclaimer: I don’t do yoga. Not since I tried it one time with Mel and we got kicked out for talking. I can’t shut up for five minutes, let alone sixty. And not when the 300-pound guy next to me is trying to fold himself into a pretzel while ridding his body of baby poop scented gas. Who can remain silent throughout that? Tell me, who?
“ We can go through a drive-thru,” he suggests. “Unless you wanna eat more cereal?”
I take a second to consider this. “While the Crunch Berries are calling my name, I think we could use some fresh air. It smells like non-sex in here and it’s making me horny. Fresh air would be good.”
Matty holds out a hand to me. “Let’s go, horn dog.”
“ Good idea. Let’s get some corn dogs.” I can almost taste the flavors in my mouth. “Wait a minute. I’m not sure I want to put something so phallic looking in my mouth right now.”
“ You’re so dirty, Shel.” He shakes his head, yet again.
“ Matty, do you need me to tone it down? My dirty mind shouldn’t come as a shock. I thought I could be myself around you.”
He slings his arm around me as we walk out of my house. “No, by all means, be yourself. I don’t want you to put on a show for me. But … if I’m going to watch you put anything phallic-like in your mouth, I sure as hell don’t want it to be a hot dog. So let’s get a burger.”
“ I like the way you think,” I tell him. He winks at me as I duck into his car.
The first thing I do is take my cell out of my bag to text Mel. She’s probably going crazy trying to figure out what happened last night.
Me: matty slept over. No sex. were spndng day 2gthr.
Mel: what? NO Sex? why the f not?
Me: he wnts me 2 <3 him 1st
Mel: what a girl. wht r u doin now?
Me: getting food. wrkd up an appetite. making out like horny teenagers
Mel: love it! Is it true wht they say bout shoe size? ;) ;)
Me: idk. YET!!! lol
Chapter Nine
“ Holy hell,” I say, watching my best friend step into my classroom. “You look like shit. Are you sure you’re okay to be back at work?” She’s had the flu since Sunday morning. Her face looks swollen, and she looks like she needs to sleep for another five days before she can even begin to appear rested.
“ Are you frickin’ kidding? I’m dying to hear about your love fest with Matt. I couldn’t wait another day. I’ll be fine.” She plops herself in a chair next to me and rests her head on my desk. “Now spill. You have twenty minutes. Give me the short but detailed version, if there’s such a thing.”
Her voice sounds like she's plugging her nose, and I look at the can of Lysol on my file cabinet and have to stop myself from spraying her with it. I have no desire to get sick right now and put a damper on any future 'love fests' with Matty.
Taking a swig of my Diet Coke, I think a beer would be so much better for this story, but it will have to do. I take a deep breath before I recount the details beginning with Friday night when Mel left. I can’t give her the minute-by-minute play by play, but I’ll try my
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