She smirks.
“We didn’t, uh, I mean, I hope we weren’t...I hope you could...sleeping?”
She squints. “Are you asking if you kept me up last night?”
I give up on speaking and nod.
“I’m just getting in now.” She laughs at my expense. “Tu es si mignon.”
She waves me off, and I close the door to DeeDee’s room with my face on fire.
“You roommate just told me that I am ‘so cute.’”
“Tell that bitch to back off,” DeeDee jokes from where she’s lying in bed, the sheet pulled up under her arms. I can see her nipples poking through the fabric, and my cock starts to harden in response.
Not now.
I already got off three times last night. The second time was from a blowjob that will go down in the history of my life as a supremely momentous occasion, and the third was from slow, sleepy sex in the dark when I woke up to the feeling of her ass grinding circles against my cock at 4AM.
I pause a few feet away from the bed. She looks gorgeous enough to stop my heart, lying there with the morning light falling on her bare shoulders. Her eyes are still a little heavy with sleep, and her mouth is stretched into a lazy smile. Memories of last night flash through my mind as I smile back at her. What we shared was more than physical. Last night, I took a dive into the deep end, and DeeDee jumped in right beside me.
It might be way too early to say it. It might be total sappy bullshit, but it feels like we’re finally becoming all we were meant to be.
“Good morning, my pink-haired princess,” I say, using the nickname some of the staff at the bar have for her.
Except for the ‘my’ part. That part’s new.
“Get back into bed.” She pretends to pout. “I’m cold.”
I slide in behind her, throwing an arm around her and pulling her tight against my chest.
“Do you want to go back to sleep?” I murmur next to her ear.
She shakes her head. “I think I am awake now.”
She clasps her fingers around my hand and yawns. Something tightens in my chest.
“What are you up to today?” I ask, fighting to sound casual.
There’s a thick lump of emotion threatening to lodge itself in my throat. Lying here with her in my arms has me wanting to say crazy things—things it’s definitely too soon for.
She lets out an annoyed groan. “Woooorking. I don’t want to.”
I put some husk in my voice. “You’d rather be here working for me?”
She laughs, but not before I hear her breath catch. “You wish. What are you up to today?”
“Ah, actually, my sister is getting here in a few hours.”
“No way!” She flips herself over and looks at me with wide, excited eyes. “Wait, which one? Is it Hope?”
I nod, laughing at how big of a deal this seems to be. It’s a big deal to me too; she was at her boyfriend’s for Christmas this year, so Hope and I haven’t seen each other in person since Thanksgiving. It’s a long time for a family that grew up super close.
I just didn’t think all that would be so interesting to DeeDee.
“Yeah, it’s Hope. She’s on her way in from Halifax right now, and I’m meeting her at the airport.”
DeeDee pounds on my chest with her fists. “That is so exciting!”
