ALEX

I DON'T KNOW

"Are you sure that I like doing this," Alex questions me doubtfully as I watch him dip his hands in a bucket of green paint.

I nod my head and watch as he starts to apply it on his skin. Silly him to be so trustworthy, no matter how hard I try to keep myself from laughing hysterically I just can't.

Alex turns his head to me to the moment he hears me laughing. He knows now that I've tricked him into looking like a complete fool. "And this is funny to you," he asks as he quickly runs my way to slap some paint on my face.

I scream in excitement as I rush to a closet nearby. He looks adorable there with his skin covered in green paint as he stands there shirtless in nothing but his briefs on.

"It is hilarious," I admit as I stare at him through the thin crack within the closet that separates us.

"I'll get you back for this," he promises as I watch him disappear around a corner. He's probably heading for the shower to wash off. Slowly I crack the closet door open and step out.

"And where do you think you're going," Alex yells as he jumps out from the corner and rushes to me.

By now I'm startled half to death frozen in place as I watch in slow motion my demise. Alex picks me up and throws me over his shoulders.

"I'll teach you not to make a fool of me," he laughs.

God hearing him say that has me really nervous. He marches us to the bathroom where he sits me on the counter facing him. Those enchanting eyes of his has me tongue tied. He is beautiful.

"Why did we separate," he questions me, but this time the joy that was once in his voice has left.

I don't know why we broke it off. It was a thing of the past. Thinking about it now is becoming a hassle. It could have been my smart mouth that got us to go our separate ways or just the fact that we were tired one night and just took it out on each other for no reason, whatever it is I rather not talk about it.

"You're favorite thing to do is giving me massages," I whisper as his facial expression changes. He chuckles softly to himself as he stands there between my legs staring into my eyes.

"Not only you're changing the subject but you're pulling my legs yet again," and with that he reaches over and slides his thumb across my cheek where the streak of green paint sits.

"What, I'd never do such a thing," I giggle, but oh I would and if I could I'd go back to the time when we were this way laughing about nothing.

"Is that so," he smiles, and then suddenly our heads draw in together as our noses greet another before finally our lips hug.

That taste how could I ever forget that taste. The way that Alex swims effortlessly on my tongue, the sweetness of his breath and softness of his teeth as they pinch gently on my bottom lip. What am I doing to myself, what am I doing to him?

"Why do I feel this way towards you," he breathes into my mouth.

I don't know.

"I can't get you out of my head," he continues on as I just sit here on this counter allowing him to dig his finger into my thighs as he pulls me even closer to his chest.

A few minutes alone with Alex in his bathroom has turned into twenty minutes of us passionately ravishing each other. I don't know how much more of this that I can take.