love in real estate

chapter 7; dealing with it

it had been about an hour, kris' headache was virtually gone. that didn't stop him from wincing every time brian tried to talk. he was stalling, buying time to avoid the certainly embarrassing conversation.

the way he saw it, there were 2 ways his plan could go;
the first was, brian would believe (or take pity on) kris and drop the situation.

the second, brian would see through his lie, something terrible would happen and kris would have to deal with it.

luckily, kris was a salesman. he was basically paid to be a good liar.

he finished his eggs and cleared his throat, it was time.

"so.. obviously i drank a lot last night.."

brian laughed, "yeah i mean shit, i think you must've snuck a bottle up when i took you to my room"

kris laughed back, "what even happened? everything after that first bottle is really hazy.." he clenched his teeth. it wasn't his best lie but it was at least believable. hopefully.

brian looked down and smiled to himself, "do you really not remember? that's too bad.. we just talked and drank a lot"

kris sighed in relief, brian must've believed him "oh thank god, i was scared i did somethi-"

"and then you kissed me."

nevermind. fuck. now kris had to deal with it.
maybe he could play it off..

"sure i did" he said laughing. maybe he could gaslight brian.?

brian got up, smiling and walking towards kris. he couldn't help but feel nervous, a blush reluctantly creeping onto his face as brian got closer.

brian looked at kris' neck, a spot he couldn't see, "yeah it definitely happened" he made eye contact again. "there's a mirror by the door, maybe it'll jog your memory." he pointed to the foyer, on the wall to the left of the front door was a sleek ovular mirror framed by more of that light wood.

kris walked over to the door and looked at the mirror. several purplish red marks made their way down his neck and onto his chest. he could remember more now, the way brian unbuttoned kris' shirt just to leave the marks. the rest was still unclear but he definitely remembered that.

well now he really had to deal with it.

"did it help?" brian called from the kitchen.

kris tried to think of a response, but he was too caught up with the ecstasy of his own memories.

brain started to walk over again, "are you okay? you seem kind of shaken.." he tried to put a hand on kris' shoulder,
kris flinched, remembering what he was doing, "i'm fine, just surprised. dear god is that why i'm not wearing pants?"

brian laughed "yeah i had nothing to do with that. we made out, then you tried to drive home, for obvious reasons i wouldn't let you. i put you in my room, and i slept in the guest bed. you must've taken them off in my room. i can help you look if you'd like"

"oh no that's alright" this was kris' chance. he would find his pants and get the fuck out of there. he wouldn't have to think about brian ever again, he could just give up on the house and get out. the kiss was a momentary lapse in judgement, the alcohol poisoned his mind but now he was thinking clearly.

he was getting out of there.