Twisted

Chapter 3

Since that day at Starbucks, Bruce and I have been hanging out together quite frequently. He's told me so much about himself. Its as if I've known him for years, its only been 3 months. He also goes to CU. His a senior--23years to be precise-- and he's studying Law. I really enjoy spending time with him, and not to worry, its only friendly hangouts. Movies, dinner at his place or mine. Its really convenient having him stay in the same building as I am. I got a text from him, round about 3.45 p.m. A few minutes after class. He wanted to come over for dinner, and he said he had a movie he wanted me to check out. Friday night, not planning on going to a club today so, why not? 7.30 p.m. My food, your popcorn. Within a split second, I heard a knock on my door. It was either Mrs. Wilson, the old lady opposite my apartment, or Sir Bruce. "It's open!" I called from my kitchen. The door flew open and of course, its Bruce. I could just tell by the stomping of his feet. "What's cooking good looking?" how corny of him. I just smiled as I wiped the kitchen counter. I was done cooking my famous spaghetti salad with meat balls. For desert, hot, crunchy crembolé with a soft, toffee center. I noticed Bruce placing a few beers in my fridge. "For later." he muttered. Wow, he must have something to celebrate. He never brings anything to my place unlesss I ask him. Or maybe he was just feeling rich. We ate, we laughed, argued about the movie--nothing serious, he was just siding with the asshole. Obviously, he's a guy-- and drank beer. I think we were getting tipsy because we were swearing at each other and giggling about it. "You know, you're a tough cookie," he tried getting his breath back. "What do you mean?" "I mean, you're picky. Why can't you just take what comes to you?" I took a while to reply. I was still thinking about an answer. "Well because, Brad, I want to be happy. I also deserve good things." "Yes you do," he handed me another beer, "but sometimes it seems like you don't know what you want." I sip on the beer and an awkward silence continued for a while. He gazed at me and smirked. He pulled out a small bag from his pocket and took out something. Marijuana. "You didn't? " I said with a huge silly smile on my face. I could feel it stretching from my left ear to my right. "Oh but I did Miss." a naughty smile slapped his face right away. We smoked the joints. I think they were about 3, because we shared the last one. I felt a sudden rush move from my feet to my head instantly. I swear my couch wad moving. I chuckled. He joined me and we laughed at the giddy things that were around my apartment. Before I knew it, it was 11.45 p.m "Bruce, we need to get to sleep. You can crash here if you're too afraid to go back" I laughed. "Yes Jaz, because I'm afraid to use an elevator to go only a floor from here." I could feel his sarcasm so I smiled at him. "I think I'll crash, this head rush is making me so clumsy" I lead him to the spare bedroom. "Scream if you need anything" I smiled at him. I was still tipsy, I told myself I'd clean tomorrow morning. I was not in a position to pick up a broom. I got in my room and shut the door as I grinned alone. I was so happy to have Bruce in my life. He always knew how to cheer me up. He's a good...friend. I unbuttoned my lace shirt and threw it on the floor. I was in my bra and jeans when Bruce threw my bedroom door open. "I'm so sorry Jaz, I wanted to know if you have spare pillows?" I could feel his eyes scope me from my feet to my face. "It's okay man. Yes I do," I walked the closet in my bedroom that hadd all my sheets, blankets and pillows. I didn't notice him following me. I was looking for the feather filled pillows when he crept behind. I felt his cold hands run on my back. He pulled me from behind and moved me closer to him. He was touching me. Gently and slowly. Then he turned me around and moved my fave closer to his and leaned in for a kiss. "Tough cookie" he said as I felt his smooth lips against mine. I could feel him smiling. He slowly moved his hands lower and then grabbed my as. He moved me around, causing me to grind slowly on him. I felt his biceps tighten and I couldn't help but smile. No. His my friend. Why are we doing this? We're supposed to be buddies. Yes he's cute and his dimple drives me crazy. And let's not even begin with his toned, muscular and sculptured body. A lot of thoughts just ran through my mind as he kissed me. He was just so perfect. His kiss felt like summer's sunshine. So warm. He moved to kiss my cheek and the traced a pattern across my neck with his lips. Oh my, heaven knows what neck kisses do to me. He looked me straight in the eye and smiled his naughty smile. The one that I'm insanely crazy about. The corner simle that makes his dimple appear. It felt so good to be in his arms. I moved shyly out of his arms and handed him the pillow. "This should do right?" he nodded and glared at me once again. He can't do that to me. I don't want him to. I turned my back and got my silk robe on. I heard the door close and I smiled. Bruce Greens. He kissed me. My friend. What am I going to do? We're supposed to be hugging, actually, punching each other goodnight. You know, hings that friends do. I threw myself on my bed and immediately fell asleep. The next morning I woke up to sudden warmth. The sun was coming in peacefully through the window. I opened my eyes and blinked several times to the bright light. I sat up and reminded myself of what happened last night. And unintentional grin slapped my face as I pictured the moment. Bruce is probably still sleeping. How I wish I would wake up to his glorious face one day. Was I falling for him?