I Kinda Hope They Catch Us - Katya Zamo

don't be a bummer, babe.

buckle up!

You were relieved to be back home for a longer time now, waking up alone in bed. You're so not used to not being woken up by the maddening sound of your alarm going off that you shoot up in desperation, thinking that you've missed the bus or something. As you grab your phone, you remember... it's Brian's birthday.

After you got home back from the trip you texted him, superficially though. Letting him know that you'd come and asking him for his address, also being told that it would be a pool party and to dress accordingly. But you'd make the time to talk to him today though, you had to.

You get out of bed, heading to the bathroom as you start to get ready. After some good minutes in the shower, having the water almost melt your skin off, you unwrap yourself out of the towel, taking a look at yourself in the mirror. Posing like you were in a photoshoot, feeling constant waves of insecurity that were washed away every time you posed in a flattering position. You knew it was because of Brian. What did he see in you? Was it only physical? If so, what about you made you so attractive to him?

You open the drawer with your swimsuits and everything. You spent some good minutes looking at the pieces, not having a clue of which one to choose. A red bikini seemed to be the best option. It was flattering and red... Brian likes red. God, he made you pathetic. You put the piece on, smiling to yourself, you did look good as fuck.

Then settling for normal denim shorts and a white boyfriend's shirt, which was very humorous to you considering that it was Brian's shirt, the one you'd stolen back in Milwaukee when you had to leave his hotel room hungover after he left you in bed. You wanted to see his reaction to it badly, smiling wickedly to yourself at the thought.

You notice your phone buzzing nonstop with notifications, you furrowed your brow, grabbing it and realizing that it was your group chat from tour, your friends wishing Brian a happy birthday. You also scrolled through Instagram, seeing people posting photos with him and also wishing happy birthday. It would be too weird if you didn't post something with him, considering that people knew how close you were. Well, partially...

So you got to look through all the pictures you'd taken with him on tour, smiling as you were practically relieving them. Some of them were totally out of question. Like, how were you supposed to explain this photo of you and Brian posing in front of the mirror, where you're pictured only wearing your bra and skirt? How'd you explain the way his hand is grabbing onto your waist like he owns it? You spend some good moments looking at it...

"Brian... I swear to God" You run after him as he grabbed your phone, because you weren't "giving him his due attention".

"Now you're listening, huh?" He shook his head, smiling like a child who's up to something.

"What do you want me to do? We're running late!" He enters the bathroom and you follow, while you're still getting ready. You can't arrive late at dinner, not when there's other people there.

"Oh- you look incredible. I have to take a picture, honey..." He opens the camera and you roll your eyes, containing a smile by biting your lip.

You lean against him, smirking as he captured the moment. Feeling shivers when you feel his hand slowly coming to grab your waist. He then locks the phone, placing it on top of the sink and returning his hand to you.

"There's a lot you can do for me actually..." He said in a seductive tone, one that only you had the privilege of hearing.

"Yeah?" Your voice trembling, embarrassingly so.

He nods, his hand slowly sliding under your skirt, arriving where you needed him the most. Brian's fingers start to draw slow circles over your clothed core, making you involuntarily shift in your place.