the driver's side smiling. He opened the door for me and I jumped out.
"Oh, so now you're gonna be a gentleman," I scoffed.
"Who said I wasn't?" He said.
"Ha! That'll be the day," I laughed as I grabbed my purse and the paper bags of food from the passenger seat. I shut the door and walked towards the front door.
"Come on," I said, waving him toward me.
He jogged up behind me. "This your place?" He asked.
"Yeah. Well, mine and Kennedy's actually. And my brother is staying with us for a few weeks until he finds a place."
We reached the door and I turned the handle to let us both inside.
"Holy shit, Sis. What the hell took you so damn long?" Zac shouted from the living room.
"Nice place," Brody said.
"Ah-Shit," I said.
"What?" He asked.
"I forgot to get Zac some beer. Damn it. See this is what you do to me. I forget things when I'm around you."
Oh no. What the hell did I just say?
Brody chuckled. I could tell he was getting a kick out of my awkwardness.
"I do that to you?" He asked.
I hung my keys back on their hook and dropped my purse on the floor next to the door.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head or anything. I wouldn't want to inflate your already ginormous ego," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Ginormous, huh—that's a new one," he said shrugging his shoulders.
I turned to face him. He smiled and reached out, tucking the loose hairs behind my ear, letting his fingers trail down my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
Oh God, that felt good.
The tiny hairs pricked on the back of my neck and sent electricity all the way down to my toes.
"You're pretty fuckin' beautiful when you're not runnin' your mouth, Allyson." He whispered and dropped his hand from my face.
His touch had the most amazing affect on my body, there was no way I could stop my heart from racing or my thighs from clenching. I needed to snap out of it.
He's an egotistical jerk, Ally!
That's what I tried to convince myself he was, but I prayed that somewhere beyond his asshole exterior, there was actually a decent guy who'd been hiding behind it all along.
My eyelids fluttered open and it felt like I'd been standing in the same spot for hours rather than seconds.
"You promised," I reminded him.
He lifted both hands on either side of him. "Keeping my hands to myself from now on. Sorry for that, I just couldn't resist," he pouted.
"Try," I paused as I fought the urge to kiss his pouty lip, "Come on. They're in the living room." I said as I slipped my sandals off and made my way into the living room. Still glued to the TV; Zac and Kennedy sat on the couch, neither bothering to look up at us as we walked in.
"Oh! I love this one," Kennedy said smacking Zac on the arm.
"Me too," Brody chimed in from behind me.
Zac jumped from his spot and jogged over to Brody. Kennedy's head whipped around and the look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened and her jaw hung open.
"Hey man. What the fuck are you doing here? I mean, it's cool you're here, but I..." Zac stammered before Brody interjected.
"Ran into Allyson at Barry's. I'm here to help her with her interview questions."
Kennedy peeked out from behind Zac, glaring at me before she mouthed. "Allyson?"
I shrugged. Not sure how to explain this mess to my best friend just yet.
"It's cool. Come, have a seat," Zac said pointing at the empty seat on the couch.
I held the bags of food and cleared my throat.
"Oh, right. Thanks, sis. You rock. I'm fucking starved," he said taking them from my hands and plopping them onto the coffee table.
"I'm sorry, Zac. I forgot to get beer," I said.
"It's cool. I'll go in a sec."
Kennedy stood quickly and made her way toward me. I stood still, watching Brody and my brother unwrap the greasy burgers.
Why did I find it such a turn on to watch him eat his food?
A dab of mustard dripped down his chin and I watched as his tongue darted out to lick it off.
I'm fantasizing about licking mustard off this man. Mustard for goodness sakes.
"Oh, so now you're gonna be a gentleman," I scoffed.
"Who said I wasn't?" He said.
"Ha! That'll be the day," I laughed as I grabbed my purse and the paper bags of food from the passenger seat. I shut the door and walked towards the front door.
"Come on," I said, waving him toward me.
He jogged up behind me. "This your place?" He asked.
"Yeah. Well, mine and Kennedy's actually. And my brother is staying with us for a few weeks until he finds a place."
We reached the door and I turned the handle to let us both inside.
"Holy shit, Sis. What the hell took you so damn long?" Zac shouted from the living room.
"Nice place," Brody said.
"Ah-Shit," I said.
"What?" He asked.
"I forgot to get Zac some beer. Damn it. See this is what you do to me. I forget things when I'm around you."
Oh no. What the hell did I just say?
Brody chuckled. I could tell he was getting a kick out of my awkwardness.
"I do that to you?" He asked.
I hung my keys back on their hook and dropped my purse on the floor next to the door.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head or anything. I wouldn't want to inflate your already ginormous ego," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Ginormous, huh—that's a new one," he said shrugging his shoulders.
I turned to face him. He smiled and reached out, tucking the loose hairs behind my ear, letting his fingers trail down my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
Oh God, that felt good.
The tiny hairs pricked on the back of my neck and sent electricity all the way down to my toes.
"You're pretty fuckin' beautiful when you're not runnin' your mouth, Allyson." He whispered and dropped his hand from my face.
His touch had the most amazing affect on my body, there was no way I could stop my heart from racing or my thighs from clenching. I needed to snap out of it.
He's an egotistical jerk, Ally!
That's what I tried to convince myself he was, but I prayed that somewhere beyond his asshole exterior, there was actually a decent guy who'd been hiding behind it all along.
My eyelids fluttered open and it felt like I'd been standing in the same spot for hours rather than seconds.
"You promised," I reminded him.
He lifted both hands on either side of him. "Keeping my hands to myself from now on. Sorry for that, I just couldn't resist," he pouted.
"Try," I paused as I fought the urge to kiss his pouty lip, "Come on. They're in the living room." I said as I slipped my sandals off and made my way into the living room. Still glued to the TV; Zac and Kennedy sat on the couch, neither bothering to look up at us as we walked in.
"Oh! I love this one," Kennedy said smacking Zac on the arm.
"Me too," Brody chimed in from behind me.
Zac jumped from his spot and jogged over to Brody. Kennedy's head whipped around and the look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened and her jaw hung open.
"Hey man. What the fuck are you doing here? I mean, it's cool you're here, but I..." Zac stammered before Brody interjected.
"Ran into Allyson at Barry's. I'm here to help her with her interview questions."
Kennedy peeked out from behind Zac, glaring at me before she mouthed. "Allyson?"
I shrugged. Not sure how to explain this mess to my best friend just yet.
"It's cool. Come, have a seat," Zac said pointing at the empty seat on the couch.
I held the bags of food and cleared my throat.
"Oh, right. Thanks, sis. You rock. I'm fucking starved," he said taking them from my hands and plopping them onto the coffee table.
"I'm sorry, Zac. I forgot to get beer," I said.
"It's cool. I'll go in a sec."
Kennedy stood quickly and made her way toward me. I stood still, watching Brody and my brother unwrap the greasy burgers.
Why did I find it such a turn on to watch him eat his food?
A dab of mustard dripped down his chin and I watched as his tongue darted out to lick it off.
I'm fantasizing about licking mustard off this man. Mustard for goodness sakes.
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