WE SHOULD STOP NOW

PART 16 - THE SLEEP OVER

CALEB

"I thought we were gonna watch a film? I hate these types of programmes." I moan as I spin some noodles on my fork and swallow them down in one swift motion.

"Let me just watch this last ten minutes. I've been following this one dance team all the way through the stages and I wanna see if they make the finals." Joanie smiles back at me as she dips a spring roll into some soy sauce before taking a big bite and my dick twitches just watching her innocent action. I'm so focused on her lips that I don't notice that she's spotted me staring at her until she clears her throat and I start to chuckle. I'm not even sorry, I like that she sees how much she turns me on. If we weren't both so hungry I'd have pulled her onto my lap and kissed the living daylights out of her by now.

I turn my attention back to the TV and watch the dumb ass reality talent show thats on and scoff. "Fake! It's all fake. Half of the acts are totally shit as well."

"No way, I'd have loved to go on something like this when I was younger. Do you not remember my annual end of summer dance shows?" Joanie says wiggling her eyebrows and tossing her hair over her shoulders theatrically.

I throw my head back and give out a big dramatic groan whilst covering my face with my hand and I can hear Joanie laughing at me. "Oh-my-god, 'The Princess Joanie Anne Collins of The United States of America Dance Troop' dance shows, how could I fucking forget that!"

Joanie gives out a big belly laugh and I remove my hand from my eyes to watch that beautiful face light up.

"Are you telling me you didn't enjoy my performances! I worked really hard on them!" Joanie says, pretending to be offended.

"I'm not going to lie, the one where you did some mime work was a really low point. Although I kind of enjoyed the year you did some circus stunts in one of them." I start laughing.

"No, that was the worst one! I hit Ethan over the head with my dance baton." Joanie says biting her lip as she cringes from the memory before throwing a prawn cracker at me as a punishment, but I catch it up and eat it whilst laughing at her.

"That's why it was the best! That was fucking hilarious! Throw me another cracker!" I grin at her and she rolls her eyes before throwing another which I don't catch and it tumbles to the floor where Bruce hoovers it up before I have the chance to grab it for the bin.

"Bruce! You've had your food buddy." I reprimand him as I pat him on the head and he slumps back onto the floor at my feet and starts snoring.

Joanie wasn't wrong when she said her place was small. Tonights the first time I've been up here since she moved in as I was away in Africa when she got the apartment. Joanie's just got the one large sofa that we're both currently sitting on that's covered in an array of fluffy big cushions and a throw that hangs off the back. There's a small armchair, a TV Stand, a tiny coffee table and some books on the mounted wall shelves along with picture frames and candles. Even though it's small, I like what she's done with the place, it's warm and friendly in shades of grey and pastel pinks. I've yet to see her bedroom...but I need to keep reminding myself...we're taking it slow, there's plenty of time for that.

"So where do you think the best place for Bruce is sleep?" Joanie asks as she puts down her plate looking around her apartment.

I scratch the back of my neck as I look around. Maybe a lap dog would've been more suitable. In all honesty, Bruce is a big dog and could probably take over the whole sofa if we let him, he's that long, but when I saw him there at the rehoming centre I just got a good feeling about him. That he was a little bit broken too, kind of like me and J. I knew he'd be a good fit for us.