Rule Number One

Chapter Three- Oliver (Updated)

One thing is for damn sure.

Julie is extremely frustrating to me.

I watch her bounce around our bedroom, putting things away and fretting over if I had seen her panties before she throws them into a small dresser drawer and the entire dance she does turns me on. I avert my eyes when she flicks her towards me, hoping that she doesn't know that I have been looking the whole time.

Not that I wouldn't try and check them out while she's still wearing them.

My pants tighten when she bends over, the way her jeans hug her hips and I can just imagine how soft her skin must feel like, but I stop myself. She still flutters around the room, her chest bouncing with her every move and I fake a yawn and stretch out on the bed, shaking my head at her demanding one of my dresser drawers for her pajamas.

"What's mine is yours." I yawn for real this time, remembering that I haven't gotten very much sleep in the past few days because of my extra curricular activities at night.

She closes the drawer gently and leans back on it, I get a perfect view of the curves on both sides of her body and the way her thick hips buckled again. I'm going to need bigger pants. "You can sleep for a while, if you want. I can cover for you downstairs."

How about I cover myself with you, instead? I think to myself and clear my throat. This is getting out of hand already, I don't do the whole girlfriend and mushy feelings thing ever since Heather and I wasn't trying to start doing it now with a random girl I just met.

Still, she smells like strawberries and sunflowers, it makes me want to cover myself in it but I take in a deep, sharp breath and she looks at me with bewildered eyes. "I should be okay, thanks though."

Julie makes a small noise and turns back to her suitcase. "That's all of it." She says and closes it, zipping it up and looking around for a place to put it. I close my eyes and let her think for a few more minutes, then stand up, taking the case from her, and pushed her body onto the bed, my pants tighten more, thinking of her pinned onto the bed beneath me. I hurry and put her suitcase into the closet and rush from the room before I got any other stupid ideas.

What is wrong with me?

I have to get out of here. Now.

"Hey, bro," Casey says when I enter the living room, "did you want to grill some meat tonight?"

I gruff, I am glad that he has changed the subject in my head away from someone I can't have. "Sure."

His eyebrows raise in suspicion. "What's wrong with you?"

My hands wave in the air. "Nothing, where's the stuff for the grill?"

Casey silently points towards the back patio where everyone--except for Julie--is laughing, drinking and hanging out around the large fire pit. I think about running back upstairs to grab her, but I tell myself that if she wants to be down here with me, then she will be.

I want her here.

"Oh, so you guys," Nora snorts through her hysterical laughter, "is it okay if I invite my cousin to come up in a few days? Her boyfriend dumped her and I want to help cheer her up." I throw the large plate of turkey legs and steaks on the grill, slowly turning them while Casey answers her. "Sure, babe. Anything for you." I hear them sloppily kiss and a pain twinges in the bottom of my stomach. There is no way I'm going to turn and look at that while everyone else gushes over how cute they are.

"Awesome, you are so amazing. She's going to love it here." Nora coos and I want to be sick all over the food.

"Food is done." I mutter after a few more minutes and look around behind me.