Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I had never had a one-night-stand. I'd never experienced that disoriented feeling you get after waking up in an unfamiliar bed next to a person you don't know. But for a split second, that's what it felt like when I woke up in somebody's arms.
I was so used to waking up with somebody wrapped up in my own arms that I literally thought 'where the fuck am I?' before realizing that I was looking at a nightstand with a phone on it, and a watch, and that both belonged to Kenny.
I couldn't keep myself from smiling when I looked down to see him hugging me in his sleep, which was suffocatingly hot, but so terribly sweet that I just couldn't bring myself to care. I wriggled around in his arms to face him, but he was still sleeping soundly, with his mouth slightly open even though he breathed through his nose. I reached up to move a loose strand of blond hair away from his forehead and then just kind of lay there, looking at him. It was pretty surreal that I was here, in his bed, after we'd... had sex. Made love. I hadn't planned for it to happen, but once we were getting naked and everything, it'd felt so right and I was so fucking done ignoring that feeling. If I'd told him I wasn't ready, that would have been a lie. I'd just be waiting for the sake of waiting. For the sake of etiquette. But who cares about what's considered 'normal' if we both wanted it?
Which I did. I had no regrets whatsoever. I felt like I got to know a side of Kenny that I never knew I wanted to know, and now I was addicted. I'd known him for years, but I was still learning new things about him, and I loved that. I wanted to know more.
I raised my hand to brush back the strand of hair again after it defiantly flopped back over his forehead and smiled when his nose twitched in his sleep. After I moved my hand down the side of his face, he started frowning and then opened his eyes. For a moment, he looked at me as if he was still dreaming and then came to the realization that he wasn't and smiled. With a croaky morning voice, he said, "Good morning."
"Morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
I smiled, because in all honesty, I hadn't slept so well in years. Then again, I'd never had someone made love to me the way Kenny did. He'd done a pretty good job with fucking exhausting me. I really hadn't expected it to be that... intense. It was very different from being the one who... well, the one who did the love-making.
"Yeah, I did."
He nodded while yawning and stretching and then suddenly pulled me into a hug and said, "Ah, I could stay here all day."
"Why don't we?"
"Mason, we have like a thousand exams coming up."
"Oh, right... shit."
"Yes," he said, pulling back to give me this incredibly rare infectious smile. "But we can stay for a little while."
A little while quickly became a whole hour, which was absolutely ridiculous because we were doing literally nothing but hanging around and talking. But then Floyd came in, bursting our little bubble, and I scrambled up as if my own mother had entered the room and blurted, "Kenny, we should be studying!"
