face lit up as she leaned back into me. Absentmindedly, she lifted one arm to run her fingers through my hair. It relaxed me so much I almost nodded off. It was everything I needed to calm down after the last few days and the adjustments that were being made. I nuzzled into the back of her neck as we chuckled with the film. It was old times but better now.
Keys jingled in the door, and I squinted at the kitchen clock. It was two hours before Sam was due out of class. Neither of us moved as Sam came in glancing at us. Char looked back at the clock then at him as he came over to take a seat on the chair.
"What are you watching?"
She sat up a little. I had no idea what was going on, but a look passed between them.
"Why are you home so early?"
"I wasn't feeling well so I didn't go to class," he said and slumped back.
"That sucks, man. Want us to start the movie over?" I asked.
"What's wrong with you?" Char was stern. Different from how she usually was as the caretaker when Sam was sick.
"I have a stomachache." Guilt was written in his face.
I felt like I was missing some bigger picture.
"Maybe you should go lay down then." She set her jaw and turned away from him in a dramatic gesture, curling back into my arms.
I felt Sam's eyes on us, and a nervous pit settled into my stomach. "Want to come sit with us?"
"No, I'll go lie down..."
****
The next few days passed in much the same way. I walked into hushed fights and looks that I couldn't understand. Neither of them would talk about what was going on, and I came to realize that I was the fissure in Sam and Charlie's relationship that was going to split them apart. Sam started sleeping on the couch. Charlie would go to their room and close the door. I felt like I couldn't face either of them, so I started studying in my room with the door closed.
It was past two on Friday morning, Sam had gone out drinking, which spelled trouble, while Charlie had been at some volunteer event, had come home and gone straight to bed. I felt like becoming closer through sex had pushed a wedge between us. We didn't even have the friendship our relationship was based on.
I flipped my books closed and rubbed at my eyes. I hadn't absorbed any of the information I usually took in with ease. My mind was a muddled mess of what to do about the situation at hand. I pushed out of my chair and opened my door, going to the fridge to grab a beer. Maybe it would help stop my brain and make me pass out. I cracked it open, the hissing sound as the tab popped bringing back so many memories. I'd hated alcohol for so long, but then something had flipped, and it turned into an escape for me, too.
A door closing drew me out of my mind, and I looked up to meet Sam's eyes.
"Hey," he said softly, dropping his keys into the handmade bowl by the door.
I gave him a half smile, still unable to un-love him. Even after all the hell my mind had been through in the last few days, he was still my everything, my big shining knight. I could tell he was buzzed by his swagger walking over to me. He didn't stop until he was in my face, hands on the counter on either side of my hips. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder.
"I miss you." The words said more than he meant.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and pushed my fingers into his hair. I wanted the contact. I wanted to feel him. It felt so good to touch him, making all the fear of losing him the last week recede to the back of my mind.
"I've missed you, too."
He bit and sucked at my neck and rolled his groin over mine. Drunk and horny was Sam to a T. I let him drag me towards the sofa, and when he flopped back to lie down, I landed half on top of him. He chuckled and slid his hands down around to my ass, still playfully kissing any part of my bare skin he could reach. He wasn't pushing things, and whereas I knew he was aroused, I didn't think he was trying to fuck. This was how he showed his feelings, and I drank it
Keys jingled in the door, and I squinted at the kitchen clock. It was two hours before Sam was due out of class. Neither of us moved as Sam came in glancing at us. Char looked back at the clock then at him as he came over to take a seat on the chair.
"What are you watching?"
She sat up a little. I had no idea what was going on, but a look passed between them.
"Why are you home so early?"
"I wasn't feeling well so I didn't go to class," he said and slumped back.
"That sucks, man. Want us to start the movie over?" I asked.
"What's wrong with you?" Char was stern. Different from how she usually was as the caretaker when Sam was sick.
"I have a stomachache." Guilt was written in his face.
I felt like I was missing some bigger picture.
"Maybe you should go lay down then." She set her jaw and turned away from him in a dramatic gesture, curling back into my arms.
I felt Sam's eyes on us, and a nervous pit settled into my stomach. "Want to come sit with us?"
"No, I'll go lie down..."
****
The next few days passed in much the same way. I walked into hushed fights and looks that I couldn't understand. Neither of them would talk about what was going on, and I came to realize that I was the fissure in Sam and Charlie's relationship that was going to split them apart. Sam started sleeping on the couch. Charlie would go to their room and close the door. I felt like I couldn't face either of them, so I started studying in my room with the door closed.
It was past two on Friday morning, Sam had gone out drinking, which spelled trouble, while Charlie had been at some volunteer event, had come home and gone straight to bed. I felt like becoming closer through sex had pushed a wedge between us. We didn't even have the friendship our relationship was based on.
I flipped my books closed and rubbed at my eyes. I hadn't absorbed any of the information I usually took in with ease. My mind was a muddled mess of what to do about the situation at hand. I pushed out of my chair and opened my door, going to the fridge to grab a beer. Maybe it would help stop my brain and make me pass out. I cracked it open, the hissing sound as the tab popped bringing back so many memories. I'd hated alcohol for so long, but then something had flipped, and it turned into an escape for me, too.
A door closing drew me out of my mind, and I looked up to meet Sam's eyes.
"Hey," he said softly, dropping his keys into the handmade bowl by the door.
I gave him a half smile, still unable to un-love him. Even after all the hell my mind had been through in the last few days, he was still my everything, my big shining knight. I could tell he was buzzed by his swagger walking over to me. He didn't stop until he was in my face, hands on the counter on either side of my hips. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips over the curve of my neck where it met my shoulder.
"I miss you." The words said more than he meant.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and pushed my fingers into his hair. I wanted the contact. I wanted to feel him. It felt so good to touch him, making all the fear of losing him the last week recede to the back of my mind.
"I've missed you, too."
He bit and sucked at my neck and rolled his groin over mine. Drunk and horny was Sam to a T. I let him drag me towards the sofa, and when he flopped back to lie down, I landed half on top of him. He chuckled and slid his hands down around to my ass, still playfully kissing any part of my bare skin he could reach. He wasn't pushing things, and whereas I knew he was aroused, I didn't think he was trying to fuck. This was how he showed his feelings, and I drank it
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