I
ran out of my room on an impulse. I
don’t know why, but I couldn’t let the night end with an argument. Brian was a friend I didn’t want to lose so
soon. “Brian!” I called after him,
watching him walk into his room. He
didn’t turn around. I know he heard
me! He heard me and he didn’t even
turn around. That hurt, that was cold,
and it made me cry. Slow, salty tears
running down my face as I tried to get it together, but failed. I didn’t even bother to knock on his door
before I went in.
He was in the process of putting on a
nightshirt when I came in. I wiped my
eyes just before he saw my face.
“Brian,” I choked, still trying not to cry. “Brian, I’m so sorry, and I feel so stupid!”
I wailed, and he walked over to me. I
wiped at my eyes and looked around the room.
The tank top and underwear I had on were sitting uncomfortably on my
frame, and I shifted. “I’m sorry,” I
sniffed, and hugged him. He hesitated
for a second, but then I felt his arms go around my waist and he gripped me
tightly. “It’s ok, Liz. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like
that. I just wanted you to know I think
you’re making a mistake. With AJ, it’s
a mistake,” he said, rocking us back and forth gently. I stopped sniffing and looked up into his
eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. “Is it a mistake with you?” I asked quietly,
searching for an answer in those eyes.
The blue orbs closed momentarily, and when they opened, I saw something
akin to life in them again. “No, no it’s not,” he whispered into my
forehead, then bent down and touched his lips to mine.
“Are you sure, Brian?” I questioned,
undoing the buttons on his pale blue silk nightshirt. He kissed me thoroughly for an answer, and I smiled, working the
shirt from his shoulders. My burgundy
tank came next, and we stood in our underwear touching and kissing each
other. I realized his bed was bigger
than mine as he lifted me onto it, and we rolled over twice.
It was like having one of those sex
fantasy dreams come true. He knew how I
wanted something, when I wanted it, and gave me everything. It was like we were (once again, excuse the
pun) in sync with each others’ thoughts, minds, and bodies. The only way I could describe it was poetry
in motion. And wow, did he say some
beautiful things when he made love.
Things like my name, how perfect I was, how beautiful I looked when I
came. I never thought Brian would be,
well… so good in bed, to be blunt.
After this night, I didn’t think I could ever be satisfied with just any
man anymore. I wanted Brian, and I
realized it that night while I was lying in his arms.
“You know, I think AJ is gonna be a
little pissed when I tell him--” I stopped, wondering if I should go on. Brian kissed my hair. “What?
Anything bad that happens, you just tell him I love you--” he
stopped now, and looked into my eyes. I
smiled. “I was gonna say, I think he’ll
be pissed when I tell him I love you.”
He smiled too, and kissed me softly.
“We’ll both go tell him tomorrow, ok?” he said, and pulled me even
farther into his arms.