She fucking jawed me. Clutching my face, I'm not sure if I'm more shocked she can hit that hard, or that the girl I fingered in a movie theater, the girl I really fucking like, is blind and I had no idea. Putting it all in perspective now, there were signs. But nothing I could have picked up on having no fucking idea!
"Travis?" Charlie calls out for me, walking toward us with her hands out.
"Fuck, man," I huff and push around Frankie to get to Charlie before she hurts herself. "Chuck, why didn't you tell me?"
"Can we please take this inside? Please?"
"Yes, please. Let's take this shit show inside," Frankie scoffs from behind me.
"Just us, Frankie. Go back to your place. I think you've done enough damage tonight." By the tone in Charlie's voice, she's not messing around
"Christ," I grumble, putting my arm around Charlie's back then grab my jaw with my other hand and glare at Frankie who's not backing down either.
"I'm not leaving you with this fucking perv that doesn't even fucking know you!"
"Frankie, please," Charlie huffs.
"I'm not a fucking perv," I snicker. "Look, we're dating, okay? I'm not going to fucking hurt her. And now that I know… I know what I know. Listen, I'm not gonna let anything happen to her," I assure the mega bitch. She glares at me but I stand my ground.
"I'll call you in the morning, Frankie. Promise. Just please, let's go inside."
"I'm sleeping by my front door tonight, Trevor. One wrong sound and I'm coming in, guns loaded," she growls at me and I don't doubt she'd shoot first and ask questions later.
"It's Travis," I grumble as I walk Charlie inside the building.
I hold her hand and she leads the way up the stairs, counting every step we take. I can't believe she's fucking blind. She doesn't fucking look blind! God, I don't even know what blind looks like. I guess I just assume she'd need some sort of assistance with getting around. Assistance like Gus. Or her bitch friend who’s constantly up her ass. I roll my eyes at my stupidity.
"Chuck," I huff when she closes her apartment door. "I didn't mean that how you took it in the parking lot, about what we did in the theater. I just mean… Fuck, man," I groan and watch as she walks over to a light switch with ease. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Gus runs into the room and sits right at Charlie's feet, barking once at her like he's telling her he's there. She reaches down and pats his head before taking a few steps behind her and her hand lands on the table before she sits down.
"Sit," she whispers, nodding at the table.
"I don't really want to sit right now, Charlie. How the fuck did you hide this from me?" I feel like such a stupid ass for not picking up on the signs. Like in the movie theater when she just stood there before I took her hand. Fuck me! I took her to a fucking movie! "Why? Why would you even do that?"
"I didn't intentionallydo it! Not at first, at least. It's part of me, Travis. I don't walk up to people and say, 'Hi, I'm Charlie and I'm blind'! Just like you don't walk up to people and say, 'I'm Travis and I have an outie belly button'!" She furrows her brows and her hands twist together.
"I don't have an outie," I scoff and she rolls her eyes. She rolls her fucking eyes! "Okay, I understand that!" The chair scrapes across the floor when I yank to sit and Charlie winces. "Sorry," I mutter then stare into her face as her eyes look anywhere but me, just like the time at the bistro. "But for your fucking safety, you should really tell people that! You could have been hurt or something today! In the theater. Fuuuck." I groan and drop my head. "You let me take you to a movie," I mumble pathetically.
"I had a nice time." She's talking quietly, calmly and that makes me believe her, but what if what happened never did…and we actually sat there and watched the fucking movie!
"You gave me head." I rub my hair in frustration. "I wouldn't have let you do that if I would have known."
"What?" she shrieks as if that was an insult. "What the fuck does me being blind have to do with that, Travis? See, this is why I hate dating. Because guys…people in general, think I'm broken because I can't see. They think I can't do shit like they can! I'm not stupid. I'm not broken. I'm blind! Don't fucking treat me like I can't do stuff. Obviously I can get along just fine if your dumb ass didn't even realize I can't see what the hell I'm doing."
Now I feel like a dick and I can see how it was taken as an insult.
"I didn't mean that." I stand when she stands then follow her to the sink as she turns on the water. As she opens the cupboard, I reach for a glass. "Here."
"Stop!" She shoves me back. "Stop right now or get the hell out. I can fucking do it myself!" She doesn't grab a glass, she grabs a bowl and I watch wide-eyed, not sure if she's going to drink from it. When she fills it with water then walks across the small kitchen and sets it next to a bowl of dog food, I feel like such a tool. "If you haven't noticed, I live alone and nothing here is in shambles. I'm not incapable of getting my dog water, Travis. Oh and, I know I'm an idiot and all, but I don't leave water out for him all day so he doesn't pee around the house. I was smart enough to figure that out."
"Fuck! I'm sorry, okay!" I shout as she belittles me. "I didn't say or even mean you were stupid! I just don't know what to do right now!" My nerves are fucking shot and I want to get out of here. Not because she's blind, but because I don't know what to do! How is this supposed to work? How am I supposed to date a blind girl and try not to help her with everything she does?
Her head drops and she looks like she's either fighting tears or considering pummeling me to the floor.
"Hey." I carefully slide my hands around her hips making her go tense. "I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do right now. You should have told me this shit."
She sighs and relaxes in my hold. "I know. And I'm sorry, but for the first time in a long time I was enjoying being treated normal and not with kid gloves." Spinning in my arms, her hands land on my biceps. At least she's not pulling away. "I knew the minute I told you, you'd start treating me differently." Her eyebrow cocks and a small, reprimanding grin turns her lips. "And look what happened." A sigh releases and she pulls away with a shake of her head while I stare at the counter trying to shake the shock of this. "I just wanted normal. It felt nice. I was going to tell you tonight… I guess I chickened out."
"You're fucking fragile, Charlie! You have to be treated differently!"
"SEE! That's the fucking reason I didn't tell you! I have enough people in my life treating me like I'm going to break any minute. You know what, it's not worth it. This is why I don't date, because no one will be able to look at me and see anything but someone who needs assistance. Just go, Travis. This isn't worth it, you need someone who isn't 'broken' apparently."
Fuck. Now that I know this, how can I just go back to before, when I…treated her normally. I stare at her while she folds a blanket in the living room, then glance toward the door. I really like this girl but what'll this be like? I'm not sure I'm the type of man that will be any help or positivity in her dark world. At the same time, I know I can change and try like hell to be someone she wants to keep around.
Taking a step, I pause then move quietly toward her, standing right behind her, wanting to prove why she needs to be treated delicately.
"Can you please step away from me?" she snarls, spinning and glaring toward me. "I thought I told you to leave."
"How'd you know I was there? How does this shit work, Charlie? Fuck, help me out here! You don't even know what I look like! That shoulda been a red fucking flag right there! A girl like you actually dating a guy like me…"
Rubbing her face, getting tired of my shit, she says, "It doesn't matter to me what you look like, Travis. I've spent the last ten years of my life learning how to love things without knowing that they look like. If you think about it, I have the good end of the deal. I'm not biased because of the way you look." She grins and laughs before biting her bottom lip and I smirk, taking a step closer but stop when she goes on. "From what I hear, you're pretty hot, but that isn't what it's all about to me. That's why I'm so good at what I do. I've learned to get to know people from the inside out. Not the other way around." She plops onto the couch.
"I'm kinda cute." I smirk and kneel in front of her, putting my hands on her knees and stare into her face, searching her blue eyes. There's this feeling in my chest while I stare into those eyes and it takes a minute for me to realize it's sadness for her. That's probably the last thing she wants so I don't tell her, I touch her lips and say, "You're beautiful though."
Her fingertips softly touch my hand before she slides her fingers up my arm slowly, guiding her way to my face. As she softly traces my features, I want to kiss her. It's the most intimate I've gotten with someone and on a completely different level. When she ends at my nose she grins then cups my face. "You're pretty good looking too, I guess." She shrugs.
"I've been told that before." I chuckle. "But you're out of my league, Chuck." Tracing her cheekbone to her ear, I have a new appreciation for the ability to touch. Traveling down to her jaw, I ask "Were you born this way?"
"No," she whispers. "I used to have perfect vision, believe it or not. It's just been this way the last ten years. And who's to say who's out of whose league? That's just ridiculous."
"Hey." I trail my fingers down her neck then to her arms. "In the movie theater…" I clear my throat and stand, moving away with a chuckle, feeling like a douche. "You didn't mean to grab my dick, did you?"
She laughs and leans back, bringing her hands to her face when her cheeks redden. Groaning, she pulls them down her face and admits, "I was going for popcorn. But I didn't do what I did because I felt like I had to after groping you." She chuckles. "Stop feeling guilty about it."
"God, I'm an asshole." I laugh.
"You're not an asshole, Travis. It would have been an asshole thing to do had you known I was blind and not let me do it." She chuckles and when I remain silent, her brows furrow. "I mean, you said yourself you wouldn’t have, right?” She raises her eyebrows and pauses, waiting for me to answer what I already said once tonight.
I pause and stare at her a minute. Her attention is in my direction but she's staring at the wall. Just like she did in the restaurant when she stared anywhere but me. God, this is why she uses talk to text and constantly has that Bluetooth in her ear. I huff and move across the room.
I rub my head again and watch her on the couch as she nods her head slowly when I don’t say anything.
"I kind of figured the minute you found out you'd walk away. Maybe that's why I didn't want to tell you tonight in public. Because then I'd have had to call Frankie and have her come get me and hear the entire way home how right she was about everything." Shaking her head, she gets to her feet. "I like you, Travis, but I can't date someone who can't see past my lack of vision. So let's just cut whatever this is right now before you have to deal anymore with this." Her hand gestures toward her eyes and I look toward the door again but my body's not moving.
I want to walk away. I want to help spare this girl of my insecurities. She can't possibly want to keep this going, not having any idea what I look like. I could fucking see it now. She'd take me to meet her parents or something and they'd freak then she'd just end up dumping me anyway.
In the kitchen I fill a glass with water trying to figure out what to do. I should text Bev. She'd fucking know what to do. I wince thinking about her slapping me upside my head, and she'd have every right because Charlie's amazing. I never really thought I deserved much out of life, until Bev forced me to think otherwise. And I deserve someone as incredible as Charlie.
Walking back into the living room, I mumble, "I can't even imagine what this is like."
"When I lost an important part of me, I taught my other senses to pick up the slack. I'm not stupid. I can put most things together without help. I have the benefit that I know what most things in life look like. I had nineteen years of my life to recall sights. It helps." She shrugs. "But seriously, Travis, if this is too much for you." She gestures toward the door.
I'm so frustrated and conflicted. This isn't about me, but I can't stop this feeling.
"I just want you to know what you're dealing with," I grumble the words in anger for her. I don't give a shit about looks, but the way I look tells a story of my life that I'll never be able to verbalize for her. You don't just wake up one morning covered in tattoos, a couple scars from fights. There are stories on my body she can't see and I can't articulate. But if she could just see me, she could put some things together.
She sighs. "Lock the door on your way out, please." She moves with grace as she floats down the hallway.
This is the first girl that's made me smile in a long time. The first girl that's held my attention for something other than a fuck.
I head for the room she just went into. "I'm not fucking leaving," I tell her, standing in the doorway. "You can't just kick me out. I'm fucking nervous here, Charlie. I've never dealt with something like this."
"Dealt with what? What, Travis?" she screams. "God! I thought you were different but you're just like everyone else. You don't 'deal' with it… I FUCKING DO! And I'm over being treated like I'm an inconvenience for everyone around me!" The tears streaming down her face and her balled fists at her side make me hate myself for making this about me.
Fuck. I'm such a dick. I walk toward her and notice the second she hears me because she takes a step back and turns away from me.
"You're not an inconvenience. I'm a fucking dick." I grab her and pull her against me. "I'm sorry."
"I don't need your sympathy." She tries pushing me off her but I don't budge. "I'm fucking serious, Travis. I can't deal with sympathy."
"Shut up, Charlie." I cup her face and tilt her head up. "I'm really tall compared to you." I chuckle, thumbing away her tears. "And my bicep is probably bigger than your thigh." When she chuckles but rolls her eyes, I grin. "My heads shaved except for on top." I slide my hand down her arm then bend, lifting her fingers to my hair. "I have a scar on my bottom lip from my lip ring being ripped out." I chuckle and she winces. "You want to feel it?"
Her tears have stopped and she cracks a smile, nodding, reaching for my lip, but I lean in, pushing my mouth to hers. I run my tongue across her bottom lip and she opens her mouth.
I press my lip between hers and say, "Right there." When her tongue darts out to feel it, I grab her and yank her against me, plunging my tongue into her mouth. I'm not sympathetic for the reasons she thinks.
Her arms wrap around my neck and she grins when she pulls back a bit. "It's nice," she whispers, her fingers tracing along my hairline.
"I have a scar right here too." I move until my neck is at her lips. She chuckles and licks then sucks slowly. "Here too." I tilt my head back so she's at my throat and her tongue runs from my Adams apple to my chin. "I lied about that, I just like to be licked there." I chuckle while she does it again, but this time slower, then her mouth latches on to my neck and she bites, making me groan as my dick reacts.
"If you don't stop, I won't either," I warn her.
"I'd be ok with that," she whispers, doing it again, even slower this time. "You even taste like cherries!" She laughs, her mouth going back to my neck.
"Yeah? Is that a bad thing?" I ask, holding her against me while I move us to her neatly made bed where I lower her back and hover over her.
"I think I have a new favorite fruit," she murmurs, pushing up to meet my lips again. Her hands clamp onto my biceps and she grins mid kiss. "Jesus, they are big," she purrs.
"Everything about me is big, Chuck." I smirk and press my leg between hers, grinning when she pivots to rub against me. Her fingers find the hem of my shirt then start dancing across my flesh. "Let me feel you." I slowly slide my hand up her shirt, waiting for her to stop me, and when I reach her tit and she pushes against my palm I don't hesitate to tug her tank top off. I bring my mouth down and her fingers twist in my hair as I suck her tit.
Releasing a moan, she arches her body up to mine and hums, "Well, nothing about me is big. Sorry about that."
My teeth clamp around her nipple making her gasp. "You're perfect." I move to her other nipple. "Everything about you."
While I suck, I slide my hand down her stomach to her shorts, popping the button as I keep heading south. I shove her shorts down and she wiggles to help before I slide to my knees on the side of the bed, slowly pushing her thighs open. I'm met with her swollen clit and I don't hesitate to slowly trace my tongue around her lips as she exhales a shaky breath and whimper. I didn't expect to get here this quickly, and I fucking hope she's not just using me for a good fuck.
"I love your body." I wrap my mouth around her clit.
At first her hands clamp onto the back of my head and she pushes into me, trying to get as close as she can. Then she lets out a growl and starts to pull me up her body, her hands going for the waistband of my shorts. Clasping her wrist before she has the zipper all the way down, I stop her.
"What?" she whispers. "You don't want this?" She frees her arm and starts massaging my dick outside my shorts. "Feels like you do." She grins.
I huff out a cuss and bring my hand to her cheek. "Are you sure about this? Once these go there's no fucking stopping me, Charlie," I whisper, biting back a groan when she squeezes me.
"Like I said, I'm not stupid or slow, Travis. I know what I want. And tonight I need you."
"It's not about you being stupid." I kiss her. "Or slow." I kiss her again, unzipping my shorts. "Or anything else." I let them fall and take myself in my hand before reaching for hers and placing it on my cock that's throbbing so hard I'm not sure how long I'll last. "It's about once I'm inside you." I position to slide the head of my cock over her wet pussy. "You're mine." I shove inside her and she gasps, gripping my wrist tight, moving to meet my slow but deep thrusts.
"Oh God," she gasps, pulling me down and wrapping her arms around my neck as I pump into her. "Fuck," she hisses, grinding up to meet me. My forehead falls to hers and she closes her beautiful eyes.
"Tell me to go deeper." I don't press to the hilt 'cause I don't want to hurt her, but I need to be fully submerged inside her. "Tell me, Blue."
"Please," she whimpers. "I need all of you."
I open her thighs wider and dip my hips until I can't anymore and she lets out a long cry as her fingers pull at my neck and back. I do it again to get the same noise out of her and this time it's better as she screams, "Yes!"
I'm so close, not sure I can hold back anymore, but I'm not giving up until she's coming around me. "Come on, Blue." I grab her hand from my back and put it to my face, kissing her slowly. "Come for me, baby." My hips move harder and faster and her hands cup my face before her fingers trace my brow bone then softly make their way down my nose and land on my lips. She's tightening around my cock and her grip on my face begins to clasp harder.
"Fuck," she hums, pulling my face to hers to get her lips to mine. I trace my thumb over her jaw to our connected mouths and feel as she restricts around me. "Travis, don't stop," she begs with a gasp and contorts her head away from me.
"That's it." I grin victoriously and pump a little faster.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her screams only get louder until she belts out, "Oh fuck!" and a shriek with her orgasm like I just spun her entire world on its axis as her pussy throbs around my cock.
I grunt with the beginning of my release until I hear, "Charliiiiiieeeee!" being screamed with a warriors cry as someone runs through her front door and down the hall.
Frankie has a hockey stick as she bursts into the room.
"Shit, Frankie!" Charlie screams and I've officially lost all pleasurable feeling below the belt.
"What the fuck, you fucking perv!" she shrieks at me as Charlie pushes me off her and rolls out from under me.
"Frankie, get the hell out! Get out of here! What's wrong with you?" Charlie takes the sheets with her and I'm stuck laying face down with my bare ass on display for her friend.
"Perv!" Frankie yells toward me as Charlie starts pushing her from the bedroom. "Pervert! Keep your pervy hands off her!"
"Fuck me," I groan into the mattress as Charlie gets her down the hall, but she's still screaming that I'm a pervert.
It's almost ten minutes before Charlie comes back and her face his red. I quickly spring up and rush toward her, waiting for her to break down into tears but that's not what follows. It's laughter that drops her to her knees and I take a step back, not having found any of that funny.
"I'm so sorry!" she says through gasping laughter.
"She's crazy, Charlie." I pull her up.
"She is, but I love her." She's still laughing.
"You took the blankets with you," I mutter, pulling her back into the bed.
"Oh God, I did!" She laughs. "So you're…you're naked?" Her eyebrows waggle and this time I laugh, pinning her to the bed to kiss her.
"You're incredible." I kiss her softly and her hand slides between us but I grab her wrist. "The image of your friend running in here with a hockey stick is still seared into my memory." I wouldn't be able to get it up if I tried right now. "Can I stay the night?"
She's giggling, covering her face and when I pull her hands away, her eyes are closed.
"Open your eyes," I tell her, running my finger to her chin. Her big blue eyes pop open and I smirk. "Now nod your head yes." Her head starts to nod. "Now repeat after me. Of course you can stay, Travis."
"Of course you can stay, Travis," she repeats, grinning.
"Let's wake up together."
"Let's wake up together," she whispers, no longer smiling, more like she's fearful for the morning.
"What's wrong?" I kiss her jaw.
"I have no idea what I look like in the morning," she whispers with worry, making me belt out a laugh.
"I have no doubt it's even better than you looking freshly fucked right now. You came so hard." I grin and she laughs, turning her head.
"Shut up."
"It was so fucking hot." I kiss her smiling lips. "Oh fuck!" I shout and dip my hips as a tongue licks across my ass.
"What's wrong?" she blurts, trying to push me up but Gus is between our legs.
"He needs a collar with bells!" I move in a quick roll to get off the bed.
She's laughing but trying to cover herself and get off the bed. "Gus! Come on, boy!" As she rushes out of the room, she almost trips and I quickly move to help her, but she's in a fit of giggles and I stop myself. When she comes back, she quickly closes the door. "I'm so sorry, oh my God!" Still laughing, she moves back to the bed. "I take his collar off at night or I'll wake up every time he moves." The smile on her face is beaming like a built up happiness is finally released.
I stay in my spot across the room not wanting to look away from how beautiful she is. Her face is flushed but it's not from embarrassment anymore. That's the fuck flush. Carefree hair covers her shoulders to her tits and it's not perfect like earlier in the night. When her smile starts to fall, I realize I haven't moved or said anything for too long.
"Travis?" she quietly asks.
I'm across her room and pinning her to the bed before she can take her next breath as my mouth hits hers. When she moans, I position to slowly plunge inside her and pull a gasp from her throat, one hand gripping my hair and the other pushing at my lower back.
"I can't hold out," I tell her as my balls tighten, needing to release.
"Don't," she says as her fingers start exploring my face.
"Can I come inside you?" I urge as my orgasm is barreling through me.
"Yes," she moans and I let go.
Her fingers search my face as I come and somehow it makes things more intense. She's learning what I look like in one of my most intimate moments and the look on her face is awe with pleasure and I can't stop the feelings that are barreling through me with my release. Before I fuck this up and blurt the words 'I love you,' I kiss her. I feel like we shared a lot tonight, but I know having those feelings after only a week of texting is way too soon.
She doesn't let me off her, but I don't put all my weight on her as she holds me against her while I pant, trying to catch my breath from that orgasm. You never know how different it can be until you're forced to see it without eyes.
When I move to lie next to her, I don't give her an option, I pull her against me but she was already on her way to drape across me. I kiss her closed eyes and she hums, settling in my arms.
My cell phone beeps with a text and I blink my eyes open, carefully pushing Charlie's hair off my face. It's like a tornado hit us in our sleep! She's draped over me, I'm wrapped around her, her hair's everywhere, and my dick is pointing to her ceiling light right now. I'm really glad she won't be able to see that.
It's only a second until she starts to stir and I reach over the bedside for my shorts to get my phone.
Bev: How was the date?
I smirk and turn my head to see Charlie rubbing her eyes and I roll, wrapping my arm around her to nuzzle below her ear. "Good morning, sexy."
"This mess can't be sexy in the morning," she grumbles. "Morning breath, probably insane hair…" She pauses and sighs, tucking closer to me. "Just close your eyes. You can't see my hot mess, I can't see your probably perfect morning bed head. It's only fair."
"I'm no Adonis in the morning." I chuckle against her neck. "I think I have eye crusts. And then every morning there's this," I move my hips to press my morning wood into her side and she giggles. "You're not a hot mess." I start unburying her face from her hair. "And I'm not sorry for my morning breath." I kiss her before getting up and pulling on my shorts, needing to piss. Before opening the door, I tell her, "I'm going to the bathroom." Gus is sitting there and I grin, patting his head.
"I'm taking Gus outside," she yells through the bathroom door and for a moment I want to tell her I'll do it, but then I remember Gus is her aid. She doesn't need help with him.
A moment later I hear the front door close and it's just me inside this apartment. Wanting to know what her life's like, I start exploring. I shouldn't. This is her private shit, like…this Aqua Rabbit. I smirk at her vibrator and keep looking around. In the hallway there's a light that's hanging out of the wall by a few wires and they're slowly coming undone. I stare at the hazard a minute, wondering why she hasn't told her landlord. She's gotta know. I can't imagine Frankie didn't tell her. I open the closet to continue my exploration and see a floral pattern toolkit. My eyes dart back to the light and I quickly open it. It'll only take me five minutes. I move quickly so she doesn't know. She'd probably try and tell me she was going to fix it herself. By the time I make it to the living room, I hear her in the kitchen and I pause, quietly watching her across the island. She's making coffee but when she goes to empty the carafe of old coffee into the sink she misses by a few inches and it spills down the front of the counter, coffee splattering everywhere.
"Fuck," she hisses, jumping back. Gus yips from next to her and she lets out a laugh. "Damn sink moved on me, Gus."
As much as I want to move in and help, I don't. She starts bitching at the mess and pauses, sighing.
"Gus. Towel." The dog walks over to a basket on the shelf in the kitchen and grabs a towel before dropping it at her feet. "Good boy." He's rewarded with a behind the ear scratch as she smiles down at him before cleaning up her mess.
Well fuck. I wasn't expecting that at all. And that's because I'm an asshole. This fucking girl's been taking care of herself since this happened to her and I stupidly think she's been waiting the past ten years for me to step in and be her knight. As I head for the kitchen, she smiles in my direction, finishing prepping the coffee.
"I hope you like it black. I don't have any creamer here." She holds out an empty mug and grins. "You can pour yourself a cup. I've spilled enough coffee already today."
"You did?" I smirk and lean in to kiss her. "I don't want to, but can I take this to-go? I don't work Sundays, but it's busy season."
Her face scrunches into some cute contortion and she shrugs. "I get it. Yeah, grab a to-go mug from the cabinet. I'm sure I may see you again." She smirks.
"You can never be sure. But I'll mail the mug back. No worries." I fill my cup and smirk reading it. "Is this a joke?"
"Is what a joke?" Her arms fold under her tits distracting me from answering until she makes a huffing noise, starting to get defensive for no reason.
I read her the mug, "I popped my cherry at Bingham Farms."
She chuckles. "I mean… I thought it was a dog mug. I never claimed to know what shit here looks like, Travis! I just really like dogs. Hate cherries. Why would I have a cherry mug?" her laughter picks up.
"You're hurting my feelings, Blue." I pin her to the cupboard and press my thigh between her legs. "You're not getting your mug back either. Hey, so, you gonna remember what I look like when I leave?" I smirk across her lips.
"Funny, ya jerk. I couldn't forget the beer gut or grease scruff if I tried." Her arm wraps up and around my neck and she pushes her lips harder against mine.
"I ate half your tube of toothpaste by the way." I whisper into her mouth until she laughs. "Can I call you later? I want you to come to the orchard, but I have to warn Bev you're kind of hideous before I spring it on her."
"I hate cherries, though," she whispers, grinning widely. I dig my fingers into her side and she belts out a laugh trying to get away but I have her pinned. "Sorry! I'm sorry! Fuck, stop!" The relentless squirming doesn't make me stop because I don't want her laughter to stop. "God, I fucking love cherries, okay?"
I stop the torture and grab her face, looking into her eyes that won't stay focused in one spot then I kiss her, softly, gradually turning it into a kiss I don't want to walk away from. If I didn't get the response I did from Bev when I replied to her text, I'd be here all day. But Violet's already at the house and I still don't trust that kid.
"So a date tonight, okay?" I say, walking away from her after grabbing the coffee cup.
"I'm washing my hair tonight," she yells after me.
"Just shave it!" Opening the door, I step foot into the hall and call back, "You'd still be the sexiest hater I've seen." The door across the short hallway yanks open and Frankie's glare of hatred is the ugliest face I've ever seen on a pretty girl.
"Perv," she mutters, not moving from her open door.
"No hockey stick this morning, Frank?" I head for the stairs not waiting around for the nut-job's reaction. I gotta get to Bev's before Violet cases the joint or something.