Lessons from a Rude Boy

Cool Water & Hot Heads - Part 2

“Oh I’m going to feel that in the morning,” I moaned, gingerly pressing on the redness spanning my shoulders.

            “I told you to put more sunscreen on,” he teased.

            “I did put more on,” I turned to glare at him, but it took to much energy pretending to be mad.

            “Obviously not enough,” he laughed lightly.

            “Obviously,” I agreed head lulling back on the seat.

            “You tired?” he smiled over at me.

            “Tired does not even begin to describe what I am feeling,” my eyes dropped closed.

            “Come here,” his fingers reached for me.

            “What?”

            “You can use me as a pillow,” he offered. Just to tempting to pass up.

            “Thanks,” I sighed as my head settled on his shoulder.

            “No problem,” his lips pressed against the top of my head. “Try and get some sleep.”

            “I can’t sleep,” I yawned, “in a car.”

            “Okay then,” he laughed again, his arm holding me tighter to him. “Night Addi,” he whispered and then I was out.

            What seemed like only minutes later he was shaking me slightly.

            “Wake up sleepy head,” he cooed against my hair.

            “Where are we?” I didn’t move my head from his shoulder.

            “At your house.”

            “Is anyone here?” I sat up a little to peer at the empty drive way.

            “Doesn’t look like it,” he too looked out into the darkness.

            “You wanna come in?” I pushed up from his warm body.

            “If you’re not too tired,” he joked.

            “Very funny,” I rolled my eyes before following him out of the car.

            Once inside I lead him up to my room. “Home sweet home,” I sighed, throwing down my bag.

            “So this is your room?” he stood behind me, hands in his pockets looking at my many trophies.

            “Yep,” I smiled up at him.

            “Well I must say that I am just a tad surprised,” he smiled down at me, “no boy band posters,” I snorted in laughter.

            “They’re in my bathroom,” I lied.

            “Ah,” he stepped forward, “very clever.”

            “I know,” I winked and turned away from him. “Can you give me just a few minutes?” my closet door was thrown open. “I need to jump in the shower real quick,” I turned to watch him nod.

            “Yea,” he smiled, sitting down on my bed, “I’ll just make myself comfortable.”

            “Oh by all means,” I laughed, leaving him alone in the room.