"I think I need a nap" she said lazily as she stretched, running her hands up into her damp, tangled hair.
"Mm, if I had known how physically taxing that wake-up call was going to be... Yea I definitely still would've left my phone at work" a devilish smile spread across his face.
She giggled.
He didn't want her to stop, so he jumped into bed, pinning her down as delicately as a man of his size ever could, and ran his long fingers along her petite rib cage to elicit more giggles from her adorable mouth.
She screamed laughter, trying to fight him off, pretending not to enjoy the fact that she couldn't.
He then continued one hand around to rest between her shoulders, the other to the base of her neck. His body slid down to lie on top of hers as he transformed the laughter to a soft hum of satisfaction with a long kiss. Abruptly, he rolled onto his back on the bed beside her, using the hand between her shoulders to pull her into him as he did.
"Night night" she said as she nestled her head into the part of his shoulder that had obviously evolved to serve as a headrest for women.
"I gotta go to work" he said with not enough reluctance.
"This is your job, you are my pillow" she said with her eyes closed.
As he moved to get up she wrapped her arms around him.
"No! Stay!" She whined playfully.
"I can't" he laughed as he stood up.
"I hear Canada's nice." She said sitting up on the edge of the bed.
He let out a bark of laughter.
"Canada's gay"
She rolled her eyes "do you really have to say shit like that?" She said, still smiling.
He stepped forward, taking her hands in his,
"Hey you've known I was an asshole since the day you met me" and kissed her still grinning like an eight-year-old who was definitely up to something.
"Yea yea I know, it's why I love you" she said between kisses.
He pulled back, cocked one eyebrow, and frowned quizzically.
"You love me, huh?"
She bit her lip as her heart tried to make a run for it. "Um... what?"
"You just said you loved me" he prodded.
"No I didn't. I didn't say anyth-" he interrupted her with a passionate kiss that pushed her onto her back. He followed her down with forceful enthusiasm. They paused only to breathe and kiss neglected bits of skin. She could feel his arousal for the second time that morning, and he could feel her disappointment as he pulled away.
Wordlessly he turned and went to shower.
She laid in bed, overanalyzing everything that had just happened, and reaching no conclusion as to whether or not she had just made a huge mistake. When she heard the water turn off, she turned towards the wall and pretended to sleep. He moved about the room gathering his things. Before he left, he walked over to the bed, leaned over, kissed her gently on the head and said quietly,
"I love you too. Faker."
As he walked out the door she called after him through an extra-wide smile,
"Dick!"
She waited until she heard the front door shut, and the click of the lock, before making her way to the balcony with the shitty view of the parking lot. The blue wicker chair by the edge welcomed her. The sound of the car starting accompanied the flash of her lighter as she lit her cigarette. She watched him pull out of the car port, sit for a moment as he selected his music, roll slowly out of the driveway, and speed off down the road. When he was out of sight, she turned her attention to the sky. There was a dragon in the clouds. Somehow, she could always find a dragon in the clouds. It was chilly, especially wearing nothing but one of his softest t-shirts, but it felt nice on the residual sweat that beaded her skin. When her cigarette was down to the ink she put it in the ashtray, obsessively extinguishing every smoldering ember, and moved inside with the lazy fluidity of the contented to begin her morning routine;
Press start on the coffee pot; Select the day’s playlist; Shower; First cup of coffee; Splash of French vanilla creamer; Breakfast - hard boiled egg, pre-sliced Fuji apple, daily 20-minute YouTube talk show; Second cup of coffee; Get dressed - comfy black bra, black v-neck t-shirt, polka dot panties, worn-out Levi’s, snowman socks; Brush teeth - 20 seconds per section; Mascara; Grab iPod from bathroom stereo; Third cup of coffee - tall blue travel mug with a crack in it; Gray plaid Vans; Find keys; And finally, downstairs to the car, and to work.
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