27 - Dean
Sam peels herself up off the couch and I point her towards the bathroom.
“Use the bathroom through my bedroom. It has a shower and clean towels.” She smiles and lays a soft kiss on my lips before walking away. I lean back on the sofa and let out a long breath, laying my head back and closing my eyes. I can’t believe that just happened. It’s exactly what I imagined the other night, exactly what I fantasised about. The reality was so much better than my mind. I sigh again. I’m not ready to move yet.
It feels like no time goes by when Sam slides against me and curls up against my shoulder. I open my eyes and look over at her. I start chuckling. She’s batting her eyelashes at me and wearing the big red nose from my clown costume.
“You think I’m sexy?” she purrs, wagging the nose back and forth.
I laugh. “Incredibly sexy, yes.”
She pulls the nose off and looks at it, smiling. “I still can’t believe I’ve had sex with a clown.”
“Is that all I am to you? Just a clown?” I tease.
She crinkles her nose and grins. “Children’s entertainer, Dean, please. Have some self respect.”
I laugh and stretch my arm out around her shoulders. She leans into my chest and runs her fingers over my other shoulder and down my cast.
“Is it sore?” she asks, brushing my fingers and running her hand back up towards my shoulder.
“A bit, I guess, now that you mention it. I forgot about it for a while there,” I chuckle. “I was distracted.”
Sam grins and then lifts her head to look at me. “Is it just me, or was that sex really hot? Like, unusually hot.”
“It was great, that’s what it was,” I reply as I dip my lips down to hers. “You’re an animal.”
She laughs and purrs, clawing her hand towards me like a cat. I laugh and Sam gets up, pulling on her underwear and shirt. She walks outside and grabs our forgotten beers, handing me one of them and taking a long sip of her own. I do the same, and after a pause she looks at me and cocks her head to the side.
“So why did you get fired?”
I lift my eyes to hers, trying to gauge the seriousness of her question. My heart starts beating a little bit harder as I try to think of what to say. I could tell her the truth, but what kind of family would she think I have? I don’t want her to think I’m just another rich kid with rich kid problems and sociopathic parents. I don’t want her to think that I’m only interested in her for sex and I’ll end up just leaving her for someone of my parent’s choosing. If I’m honest, I don’t want to think about my family at all. I just want to enjoy my time with her.
I clear my throat. “I wouldn’t do something my parents asked me to do,” I answer, knowing that I haven’t answered her question at all.
She nods slowly. “Was it work related?” I frown and she continues. “The thing they asked you to do, was it work related?”
“Not exactly,” I answer. I open my mouth to elaborate but something stops me and I close it again. She nods.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” she says.
“It’s fine. I just… I just don’t want to talk about it.”
The corner of her lips starts curling upwards ever so slightly. She points her beer bottle at me and tilts her head to the side. “You know what’s way better than talking about it?”
“What’s that,” I answer as the smile starts spreading across my face.
“Drinking yourself stupid, showing up at my house, and passing out on my couch,” she replies as her grin widens. She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of beer and I can’t help but laugh.
“Alright, alright. I deserved that,” I laugh. She sits down beside me and chuckles as she sits back on the sofa.
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or disgusted,” she says as she takes another sip.
“Well, I hope you aren’t disgusted with me,” I answer, leaning over to kiss her lips. She smiles.
“Definitely not.”
She runs her fingers along my jaw and lays a tender kiss on my lips. A soft moan escapes her and I wrap my good arm around her body, pulling her closer. Her hand tangles into my hair and our lips crush together. I breathe in deeply and let her smell and her heat and her body envelop me completely.
Finally, she pulls away and looks at me with her eyes shining brightly. She smiles and then sighs.
“I should probably head back,” she sighs.
“You don’t want to stay? You don’t have to leave. We could have dinner, you can go tomorrow morning.”
She shakes her head slowly. “It’s my second day at work tomorrow, I want to make sure I’m there on time. Plus, I have Jess’s car and she probably wouldn’t be too happy if I kept it all night.”
I chuckle. “Fair enough.”
“You need me to drive you to your car? You came by taxi last night.”
“No, it’s ok, I never took it out yesterday. Thanks though,” I reply with a smile. I run my finger along her cheek and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re always thinking of me. Thank you.”
She grins. “That’s just how I am. Don’t flatter yourself,”
I laugh and throw my hand up. She smiles again and kisses me one more time before standing up. I watch her pull on her clothes before leaning over to grab my jocks. I pull them on with one hand as Sam grabs her purse. She turns towards me and wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’ll be pretty busy with work, but maybe we could hang out this weekend?”
“Can’t wait,” I say. “I’m free anyways, so just let me know. I’ve got nowhere to be,” I say with a wry smile. “Unemployment has its perks.”
She laughs and nods before turning towards the door. She opens it and turns around to take one last look at me before slipping out. I sigh and lock the door behind her, leaning my head against the door and closing my eyes for a moment.
Slowly, I turn around and swing my eyes across my apartment. My pants are still in a heap by the sofa, and our beer bottles are on the coffee table. The lights of the city are starting to twinkle outside the window as the sun goes down and I sigh again.
It feels lonelier than it’s ever felt in here. I know that people would kill for an apartment like this, but I can’t help but wonder what’s the point of having it if I’ve got no one to share it with. I wander to the fridge and grab another beer, looking at the green bottle for a second before cracking it open. This is my last one tonight, because I’m definitely not doing what I did yesterday.
I sit down on the couch and flick on the TV. I can’t wait for the weekend and I don’t even have a job. I just want to see her again.