do. You know I’ve been friends with her for ten years and never met her mom and dad? I know her brother but not her parents. She’s had more new cars than anybody I’ve ever known. That huge house she grew up in was often empty. Ivy needs someone to love her, so don’t doubt you’re doing the right thing. All she needs is someone who’s so in love with her that they never give up on her.” That seemed like the right thing to say. I wasn’t really one for giving advice, but telling someone to show a little love seemed like a slam-dunk.
I might have been wrong. When Neal said, “I hope you’re right, Reagan. And maybe you should find a way to take your own advice,” then stood and walked out, I questioned my ability to give even the simplest suggestion. It was the most bizarre encounter and left me feeling uneasy.
Hell or high water, though, remember?
Brock showed up at my apartment shortly after Neal left. His hair was wet from showering after the gym. Something about the wet hair, the jeans that hung from his hips, and fitted t-shirt made me lose my mind. The second he walked in the door I was on him. He caught me when I threw myself at him and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
“Rea,” he breathed.
“I need you,” I told him.
He took my mouth. It wasn’t just a kiss. He took control of my lips, my tongue, my body. Brock had this way about him. He could be so quiet but so commanding at the same time. When he was passionate about something, there was no stopping him. This time, it was me he wanted.
I was thankful it was dark because after we devoured each other, I found I was embarrassed by my rash behavior. Little did I know my actions was the beginning of the end.
Brock was lost in thought as well. His fingertips ran up and down my back as I lay across his chest. We were in my bed, but the door to my room was wide open. It wasn’t like I gave him time to close it.
“What was that all about, Rea?” I sat up to move away, but he stopped me. When I looked into his brown eyes, I liked what I saw. There was sincerity there and maybe even a little love and adoration. He grabbed my hand to bring my attention back to the question. “Not that I’m complaining, but I know you. Something’s up.”
“Brock, I—” I froze. The words refused to come.
“What, babe?”
“I need to say something, but I need you to not interrupt me ‘til I’m finished.”
He leaned up on his elbows and raised his eyebrows. “Okay…”
“I’ve been thinking.” I glanced up to my ceiling and let out a deep breath. I decided I couldn’t stay lying across him like I was and moved away, covering my chest with the sheet. “That’s not true. I’ve known this forever.”
I felt sick to my stomach. How was it that I still didn’t have the right words? How do you tell your best friend that everything you thought about love was wrong because he showed you what it could be like? How do you tell him that being friends with benefits wasn’t enough anymore? I decided it didn’t matter if what I said was perfect. I needed him to know how I felt.
“Brock, I’m—” The opening and slamming of my apartment door interrupted me.
“Reagan!” Neal yelled my name and repeated it as he came closer to my open door. Brock sat up to cover me, but it was too late. Neal was standing at my door. By the look on his face, he wasn’t registering the fact that I was naked. “Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Where is she?” He was out of control.
I flinched when his voice rose again, then pleaded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Finally, Brock intervened, “Man, we’ve been here the whole time, and she hasn’t been home.”
“You guys don’t fucking know! You have no clue!” he shouted at us.
Brock climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He walked his friend to the living room, giving me a chance to throw on clothes. My phone started ringing right after I buttoned my pants. It
I might have been wrong. When Neal said, “I hope you’re right, Reagan. And maybe you should find a way to take your own advice,” then stood and walked out, I questioned my ability to give even the simplest suggestion. It was the most bizarre encounter and left me feeling uneasy.
Hell or high water, though, remember?
Brock showed up at my apartment shortly after Neal left. His hair was wet from showering after the gym. Something about the wet hair, the jeans that hung from his hips, and fitted t-shirt made me lose my mind. The second he walked in the door I was on him. He caught me when I threw myself at him and lifted me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
“Rea,” he breathed.
“I need you,” I told him.
He took my mouth. It wasn’t just a kiss. He took control of my lips, my tongue, my body. Brock had this way about him. He could be so quiet but so commanding at the same time. When he was passionate about something, there was no stopping him. This time, it was me he wanted.
I was thankful it was dark because after we devoured each other, I found I was embarrassed by my rash behavior. Little did I know my actions was the beginning of the end.
Brock was lost in thought as well. His fingertips ran up and down my back as I lay across his chest. We were in my bed, but the door to my room was wide open. It wasn’t like I gave him time to close it.
“What was that all about, Rea?” I sat up to move away, but he stopped me. When I looked into his brown eyes, I liked what I saw. There was sincerity there and maybe even a little love and adoration. He grabbed my hand to bring my attention back to the question. “Not that I’m complaining, but I know you. Something’s up.”
“Brock, I—” I froze. The words refused to come.
“What, babe?”
“I need to say something, but I need you to not interrupt me ‘til I’m finished.”
He leaned up on his elbows and raised his eyebrows. “Okay…”
“I’ve been thinking.” I glanced up to my ceiling and let out a deep breath. I decided I couldn’t stay lying across him like I was and moved away, covering my chest with the sheet. “That’s not true. I’ve known this forever.”
I felt sick to my stomach. How was it that I still didn’t have the right words? How do you tell your best friend that everything you thought about love was wrong because he showed you what it could be like? How do you tell him that being friends with benefits wasn’t enough anymore? I decided it didn’t matter if what I said was perfect. I needed him to know how I felt.
“Brock, I’m—” The opening and slamming of my apartment door interrupted me.
“Reagan!” Neal yelled my name and repeated it as he came closer to my open door. Brock sat up to cover me, but it was too late. Neal was standing at my door. By the look on his face, he wasn’t registering the fact that I was naked. “Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Where is she?” He was out of control.
I flinched when his voice rose again, then pleaded, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Finally, Brock intervened, “Man, we’ve been here the whole time, and she hasn’t been home.”
“You guys don’t fucking know! You have no clue!” he shouted at us.
Brock climbed out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He walked his friend to the living room, giving me a chance to throw on clothes. My phone started ringing right after I buttoned my pants. It
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