that I can hardly resist touching you? Now, I have to wait until tomorrow.
Me: Hee hee, sorry. It’s payback for how nervous you make me.
Brandon: See you in the morning, Leah, but I imagine I’ll be pathetic and text you later.
Me: So, you’re pathetic for liking me?
I know that’s not what he means, but Tyler showed me how easy it is to torment Brandon.
Brandon: NO! That’s not what I meant. Geez.
Me: I know. Hee hee.
Brandon: You most definitely are a troublemaker. My goal is to get you in my room again or maybe your room. The fantasies are endless.
Me: Go take a cold shower, Bran. See you.
Bran: Have I told you how cute you are?
Me: Bye, Bran.
Bran: I’m groaning loudly in frustration. Bye.
I look up from my phone and find my mother staring at me.
“Who’s making you this happy?”
“Brandon. We’re dating now.”
My mom is a piece of work. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and there’s a sleep mask on top of her head. She’s wearing a black, silk robe and pink fuzzy slippers. “Mom, do you realize it’s one o’clock?”
She tilts her chin in the air and takes a seat across from me. “I know, but I have nothing to do, so why get dressed?” she asks indignantly.
“Mom, I’m telling Brandon tomorrow. I’ ll tell my friends after that, so we won’t have to hide, but I hope you realize you’ll be trapped even more until the paparazzi go back to LA.”
“Y es, but it’ll settle down, and I can start making real friends. Thank you, sweetheart. I think you’ll see how much better this will be for all of us.”
“ Yes, you and Dottie will be able to go out together, and maybe you’ll meet a man here in Boulder.”
She huffs. “Don’t get ahea d of me.” Mom comes around and kisses my cheek. “When am I going to meet this Brandon?”
“T omorrow, so you better get up in the morning and make yourself presentable. I don’t want him meeting you while you’re in your robe.”
“I better get to the spa and get a facial and my roots done.” I watch my mother look at her reflection in the window. The sun is shining in on her, and she looks beautiful.
I hope I still look that good at forty-two. She easily passes for thirty, and I guess mon ey can make that happen. “Don’t embarrass me, OK?”
“Sure, sweetheart. I’m going to take a swim.”
Off my mother goes, back into her own world. She puts me first overall, but in her day to day life, I’m in the background.
Brandon
I barely slept last night and couldn’t eat dinner. My stomach’s in knots, and I’m thinking about feelings and shit. All these weird things are happening to me that I’m not comfortable with. For instance, the word “love” keeps popping in my head out of nowhere.
Leah is making me insane. I’m a guy. My stomach is not supposed to have butterflies in it or whatever that is girls say. It’s wrong, yet I can’t help any of it.
She’s all I can think about, and she’s pulling in my driveway right now. I’ve been sadly staring out the window for fifteen minutes.
I wait for her to knock before I open the door. Luckily, Tyler has to be dragged out of bed by his ankles, so his face has already hit the carpet, and he’s just getting in the shower. That gives me a little time with her before he starts interfering.
Her eyes are blue and bright, and her smile is doing that weird thing to my stomach again. Shiny, pink lips are calling me to kiss them, and my hands are itching to slide into that adorable, silky hair of hers.
I’m in lov– No! What’s happening to me?
“Hi,” she says before kissing my cheek.
“Sorry, but I need more than that. It’s been almost thirty-six hours.” I cup her face and kiss those lips. They taste like bubble gum and sugar, soft and plump, feeding my need for Leah. Her mouth is warm and wet and makes me want her with more urgency, so I kiss her harder, our tongues swirling and stroking.
I reluctantly let her go when I sense we need a deep breath. She
Me: Hee hee, sorry. It’s payback for how nervous you make me.
Brandon: See you in the morning, Leah, but I imagine I’ll be pathetic and text you later.
Me: So, you’re pathetic for liking me?
I know that’s not what he means, but Tyler showed me how easy it is to torment Brandon.
Brandon: NO! That’s not what I meant. Geez.
Me: I know. Hee hee.
Brandon: You most definitely are a troublemaker. My goal is to get you in my room again or maybe your room. The fantasies are endless.
Me: Go take a cold shower, Bran. See you.
Bran: Have I told you how cute you are?
Me: Bye, Bran.
Bran: I’m groaning loudly in frustration. Bye.
I look up from my phone and find my mother staring at me.
“Who’s making you this happy?”
“Brandon. We’re dating now.”
My mom is a piece of work. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and there’s a sleep mask on top of her head. She’s wearing a black, silk robe and pink fuzzy slippers. “Mom, do you realize it’s one o’clock?”
She tilts her chin in the air and takes a seat across from me. “I know, but I have nothing to do, so why get dressed?” she asks indignantly.
“Mom, I’m telling Brandon tomorrow. I’ ll tell my friends after that, so we won’t have to hide, but I hope you realize you’ll be trapped even more until the paparazzi go back to LA.”
“Y es, but it’ll settle down, and I can start making real friends. Thank you, sweetheart. I think you’ll see how much better this will be for all of us.”
“ Yes, you and Dottie will be able to go out together, and maybe you’ll meet a man here in Boulder.”
She huffs. “Don’t get ahea d of me.” Mom comes around and kisses my cheek. “When am I going to meet this Brandon?”
“T omorrow, so you better get up in the morning and make yourself presentable. I don’t want him meeting you while you’re in your robe.”
“I better get to the spa and get a facial and my roots done.” I watch my mother look at her reflection in the window. The sun is shining in on her, and she looks beautiful.
I hope I still look that good at forty-two. She easily passes for thirty, and I guess mon ey can make that happen. “Don’t embarrass me, OK?”
“Sure, sweetheart. I’m going to take a swim.”
Off my mother goes, back into her own world. She puts me first overall, but in her day to day life, I’m in the background.
Brandon
I barely slept last night and couldn’t eat dinner. My stomach’s in knots, and I’m thinking about feelings and shit. All these weird things are happening to me that I’m not comfortable with. For instance, the word “love” keeps popping in my head out of nowhere.
Leah is making me insane. I’m a guy. My stomach is not supposed to have butterflies in it or whatever that is girls say. It’s wrong, yet I can’t help any of it.
She’s all I can think about, and she’s pulling in my driveway right now. I’ve been sadly staring out the window for fifteen minutes.
I wait for her to knock before I open the door. Luckily, Tyler has to be dragged out of bed by his ankles, so his face has already hit the carpet, and he’s just getting in the shower. That gives me a little time with her before he starts interfering.
Her eyes are blue and bright, and her smile is doing that weird thing to my stomach again. Shiny, pink lips are calling me to kiss them, and my hands are itching to slide into that adorable, silky hair of hers.
I’m in lov– No! What’s happening to me?
“Hi,” she says before kissing my cheek.
“Sorry, but I need more than that. It’s been almost thirty-six hours.” I cup her face and kiss those lips. They taste like bubble gum and sugar, soft and plump, feeding my need for Leah. Her mouth is warm and wet and makes me want her with more urgency, so I kiss her harder, our tongues swirling and stroking.
I reluctantly let her go when I sense we need a deep breath. She
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