A Pinch of Kerry

Boys Brawl

[The Next Morning]

I was laying in bed, contemplating. I just wanted time. Time to just sit and think. I feel like I got that already. Yesterday, at James', it didn't feel right. It didn't feel how it was suppose to feel. When you go see your partner you're suppose to be happy and joyous. Of course we enjoyed each others company, but it was more friends with benefits. I don't even know if we were together. It was a lot of questions unanswered. I was better off almost dying every 5 seconds. I do love James, though. That, I can admit. I just don't love him the way I should. I really don't want to say it, but I might really like John, too. Yes, he's a runner, but apart of me is only like this BECAUSE he ran. He didn't wait for me....He didn't fight for me....He proclaimed all this love....and left. Technically, he didn't leave. He's still here. He wants to fight for you, but its nothing in the ring with him. My phone went off.

James: Morning beautiful!

How can you not love someone thats this amazing? He treats me like a lady, has morals, and the man is gorgeous. Why can't he just be IT? Why do I have to be so complex? Maybe time will make things much simpler. I decided to call him.

"Get up," He said.

"Excuse me?" I sat up.

"Get out of your bed and open the door.."

"This better be be good." I growled.

I open the door and he has coffee and doughnuts in his hands.

"Morning!" He smiled.

I pulled him and we kissed for a long time. We pulled apart and I closed the door.

"What a pleasant surprise," I said as I walked to the kitchen.

"Was it good?" He mocked.

"Better." I smiled and he pulled me in for another makeout session.

"You look nice." He said in between.

Are all men attracted to tshirts and boy shorts? I guess I just need water.

"Hey. What are we?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He picked me up and put me in on the table.

"What are we doing?"

"Enjoying each others company." He tugged at my tshirt and took it off.

"Thats it?"

"Okay," he stopped, "What is this about?

I really didn't want him to stop, "I'm not big about labels. Its just-...I wanna know."

He stood up, "I didn't wanna seem possessive, but you're mine. All mine."

Something about how he said that really made me want him more.

"Am I yours?" He pulled me into him.

"Of course." I could feel him.

I bent down in front of him and let my ass ease up his lower half. By then, he picked me up and caried me to the bedroom. He had me back against the headboard and was going for my neck with his tongue. The love, didn't feel right, but the sex sure did.

[Later, Lunch with Charlotte]

"Either you're pregnant, or you just got laid. No ones glows like that off sheer happiness." She spoke.

"Some people do," I argued.

"Those some people, don't include you. So, do you have a bun in the oven or a hotdog in your bun?" She leaned in for my answer.