The conversation got a little heated, but in a good way. The two of us learned some things about each other. Like how he’d been a best friend to Paislee for over ten years, and he was majoring in business because his father suggested it, but he liked the financial side and was considering real estate.

I told him a few things about my childhood, and how I planned on one day becoming a teacher if it ever became feasible. I know what he was trying to do. Every question he asked skirted around the issues I had with my brothers. He wanted to know why they treated their eighteen-year-old sister like a five-year-old. Those weren’t his exact words, but I could read between the lines. I just didn’t have an answer for him. There was no easy way to explain it, not when I didn’t really understand it myself. The details grew hazy over the years.

The only thing I could be certain of was, I was going to get the degree that my parents so desperately wanted me to get. They were paying for it after all. I had to do it for them, because it’s what they expected of me. Once I graduated, I could jump ship or skip town.

Until then, I was just doing my best to get through each day without screwing something up.

After we ate, I took Josh to the informal living room. It was my favorite place in the whole house, aside from the flower garden out back. I gave Josh the remote and let him choose something on T.V. while I cozied up on the couch. I just wanted to shut my eyes for a bit and rest. It had been a long day.

Josh took a seat by the arm of the couch, and I propped my pillow up on his leg, and lay down. The moment my head hit the pillow, I felt more tired than I had in a long time. Josh softly rubbed my head, and that was the last thing I remembered, as my eyes grew too heavy to hold open.

There were voices hovering over me, but I hadn’t opened my eyes yet.

“Just leave them. They both had a long day, and I don’t feel like dealing with it. They’re just sleeping.” The voice said. I realized then that it was Obi. I pretended to stay asleep because I was afraid they’d make me move. Josh was still there, and I loved the comfort of it. I just wanted to be left alone for once. It wasn’t like we were doing anything wrong.

How out of control could two people sleeping get?

“Fine.”

I listened closely as the footsteps grew softer in the distance before peeking up at Josh.

He had a huge smile on his face. That little sneak was awake too.

His hand moved to lie over my stomach, and I smiled up at him. My senses were all over the place. I pulled the couch cover over his hand and my body, just in case my brothers decided to stroll back in.

I turned my head back towards the T.V., but there was no way I could go back to sleep now. Not with the way his hand rested on my stomach just beneath the blanket. It was making it hard for me to breathe. He was inches away from being exactly where I needed him to be, inches from finding out that I was already soaking wet.

Just touch me, I thought, as my fingers lightly traced his hand.

My head was in his lap, and the T.V. was playing some Tom Cruise movie with a predictable ending. I couldn’t concentrate. I was barely thinking straight with his warm hand against my skin. It was so hot in the room. It felt like my face was on fire.

A little movement, made me stir beneath him. I let my legs fall slightly open, and gazed up into his eyes. He was beautiful. My breaths felt strangled as I tried to get myself under control. It felt like time stood still in that moment. I couldn’t see anyone but him, and wanted him more than he would ever know.

His fingers moved lower beneath the cover, and slowly circled over the fabric of my shorts. The gentleness of his touch made my body shiver.

I quit breathing, but only for a second. When his fingers moved beneath the thin material and touched my bare skin, I no longer had any control. The desire and need took over. His fingers started slowly circling in just the right spot. When I gazed up at his face, I got lost in the lust of his eyes. He was hungry, and I nearly came from the sight of him. Thrusting my head back I could feel him beneath my head. He was painfully hard, and I longed to have his body against mine.

His pace quickened, and I was seconds away from falling apart beneath his fingers. An unexpected moan escaped my lips in the heat of the moment. I was too loud. Someone would hear us.

His large hand reached over and covered my mouth completely, keeping me quiet. He wasn’t rough or scary. I swear it made me wetter, if that was even possible. My body twitched below him, as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Oh God! He was killing me. His hands were like a sweet poison and I never wanted him to stop. His mouth was barely open, but the desire in his eyes matched mine.

My breathing was erratic as his hand stayed tightly over my mouth. The want in his eyes was all it took to undo me. He made me feel beautiful. My body shivered and shook, leaving me dripping wet. I came harder than I ever had from his touch. He owned me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“This is all mine, sweet girl. Remember that. I’ve touched it, so it’s mine.”

He didn’t sugar coat it. He didn’t talk differently to me, or treat me like a child. He was open, honest, and more real than anyone I’d ever known.

I was in too deep with him, but I couldn’t help myself.