My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 9

This time when we head to my bed we are extra aware of the ceiling so I sit down to take off my jeans and my bra pulling it out from under the T-shirt I am wearing. I crawl under pulling the covers up to my chin. Jon doesnt do anything for a minute before talking off his shirt and pants leaving him in just his boxers and socks before slipping under the covers with me. I have a tiny TV that sits on a small table near the end of my bed and I turn it on to look for something to watch but before I am even able to choose anything Jon takes the remote out of my hand. "Hey!" I say trying to snatch it back "What was that for"! He is laughing again at me basically trying to jump on top of him to get the remote control. "You picked the movie last time, shouldn't it be my turn to choose"? I mean I guess he has a point but that doesnt mean I like it. I roll back over to my side of the bed after grumbling about how I guess thats fair and cross my arms over my chest and pouting. "Are you seriously pouting?" he asks poking my cheek with his finger. "Its just that I just reached the season finale of the Great British Bakeoff and I need to know who wins," I say all dramatically "But if you are not capable of putting away your manliness for one measly episode then I guess its okay and we can watch something else." He is shaking his head and smiling this wide smile that is like lightning beautiful and deadly. "Fine!" he says in faux eggsaperation and gives the remote back to me but when I grab it he hold onto it "But only the finale and then we are watching something else, promise"? I lean over and give him a quick kiss before promising we can watch something else after GBB.

The next morning when I wake up I feel someone laying next to me and there is arm draped over me creating a shelter of warmth. When I look at the TV it is back on the episode list of the Great British Bakeoff. We didn't end up watching anything else last night because after the whole head situation I think we were both a pretty exhausted. I roll over in Jons arms so that I am able to see his face. He moves when I do but doesnt quite wake up and I can see his face without all the tension of life. He really is beautiful with high cheek bones and a soft angular jaw and I think he probably could be a model if he wanted too. I kiss his cheek, forehead and nose before his eyes flutter open and he almost falls out of my bed. "Do I really look that horrible when I wake up"? I say laughing at his reaction "Well I was just um you have a pretty large bump on your head." He says turning away from me. Oh shit I totally forgot about that and before anything else happens I climb over him and start to make my way down stairs.

When I get to the bathroom and I look in the mirror I almost pass out and hit my head again. There is a massive blue black bruise in the middle of my forehead. I close my eyes pinching the bridge of my nose, how could I forget about the slopping roof? After contemplating for a few minute on whether or not I wanted to take a shower I make my way back upstairs. Jon has stretched out her bed both hands cradling his neck and his eyes are shut. She scoots him over on the bed and she makes her way back under the covers.

I dont remember falling asleep but when I open my eyes again its because Jon is softly talking in my ear. "Hummm" I ask him I lift up my head and move the hair thats fallen into my face. "Darren invited us out on his boat" he repeats and his voice sounds a little strained like joining Darren on his boat was the farthest thing from what Jon wanted to do right now. Honestly it was the last thing I wanted to do either but we had to hold our front for a little longer. Darren's family would go home eventually and then I would be able to break up with him guilt free. I groan and roll over on the bed trying to move away from the conversation. I don't want to think about Darren when Jon is in the bed next to me. "I told Darren we would car pool and meet him at the lake around 12:30." I almost hit my head again trying to sit up to look at Jon "does he know we are together?" I asked nervously "No, I just told him I would pick you up since your house would be on the way." I look at him skeptically "I am not riding on the back of your motorcycle Jon." I say sternly. He smirks at me then, "don't worry I have to head home and grab a couple things and I'll pick you up in my truck." I feel relief blanket my body. I don't like motorcycles, I have known too many people who have almost died riding motorcycles. Jon starts to get up from the bed "which means that I should probably head back to my house, I shouldn't be too long its only a little after 9 now." When he tosses aside the blanket he has a bulge that I can see through his boxers. I cant help but want to reach out and touch it but before I am able to move he is pulling on his jeans. I let out a breath I hadn't even noticed I was holding and start to get things together that I will need for a nice long shower.