LA Dreams and Other Things

Secrets

For the first time since I met the boys, I'm not cooking or cleaning, and I actually get to eat first. It feels more like dinner and a show as they hustle around the kitchen, arguing and getting sticky syrup and whipped cream everywhere.

Bryan's hand slides softly along my thigh underneath the counter. "What do you think about dinner tonight? Just you and me?" He whispers when he thinks no one is looking.

"Secrets don't make friends." Tyler yells over his shoulder.

"Oh, come on Ty. We're just making a bet about who will actually clean the kitchen today. You want in?" I tease before subtly nodding at Bryan.

We've decided to keep the boys blissfully innocent for a little while to avoid the antagonizing for a least a few weeks. They already teased us enough before he finally asked me out.

Secrets make everything a little more fun, too.

"Anyone who cooks, doesn't clean." Chris says without looking back.

"Bullshit, Williams. Every time I cook for you guys, I end up cleaning, too."

"She has a point, bro." Chandler adds before giving me an innocent wink.

"I would help you today, but you always make me clean. Plus, I've got a few things to get done today, so I'm going to head out in just a minute. I promise I'll take the cleaning shift next time." I laugh before getting up to squeeze between Chris and Tyler, linking my arms through theirs.

"Thanks for breakfast. It was actually decent for once in your entire cooking career. I'll see you later."

"Tell them they're grounded if they don't clean up after themselves like adults. You're the only one I trust." I wink at Chandler before grabbing my stuff and heading towards the door.

Just before I reach for the doorknob, I feel my body swing around until my back softly hits the door. My eyes flutter shut before I even visualize his figure. I knew he was going to follow me, but that doesn't make it any less satisfying when he actually does.

Then, his lips are on mine, sending that electricity shooting through my spine, eliciting that newly familiar response I never knew existed before him. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the way his lips feel pressing against mine or the way he leaves tingles everywhere he touches or the way his tongue dances with mine.

"What if someone catches us, loser?" I push softly against his chest.

"I couldn't help it." He whines.

"I think you're going to have to learn a little self control if this is going to work."

"Okay, but only until tonight."

"So, what exactly are we doing tonight? Like what am I supposed to wear?" I ask. "Promise me no parties and no super fancy restaurants."

"No parties and no fancy restaurants. Wear whatever the fuck you want."

"So, I can wear my pajamas?"

He just rolls his eyes. "I mean, I guess if that's what you really want. I'll pick you up at seven."

"You know I can just meet you wherever, right."

"Just shut up and don't argue for once in your life."

Mmm. So snappy. I throw my hands up in a sarcastic surrender. "Yes sir."

"That attitude is going to get you in trouble." He leans closely enough to whisper in my ear. "And I prefer 'Daddy'. I'll see you at seven."

I've never been so turned on and terrified all at the same time. He's like a human aphrodisiac, and I can't turn off these thoughts in my head. It's like I lose all composure when I'm around him, and he thrives off of it.

So, imagine my surprise when "Maybe I'm sick of being good," slips through my lips.

And then I hurry out the door.

Judging by the look on his face, I think I'm in big trouble!

A/N: Sorry, I sort of forgot about these. This isn't my favorite, but I thought it was cute. Hopefully, I can come up with a few more ideas!! Have a great day!