Choose Me

Chapter 4

"I'm bored out of my fucking mind," Dexter whines when I walk into the living room. He's sitting on the couch in a clean T-shirt and jeans, looking even better than the day he arrived. How is that even humanly possible? Only he could manage to pull that off. Lucky bastard.

"Oh, you poor thing. Lucky for you I don't have work to do. Want to play video games or watch a movie?" I suggest and he stands up and heads straight for my room, not even waiting for me. "I'll take that as a yes," I mutter and head for the kitchen where I prepare two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and grab myself a glass of milk. I clean what I used before heading back to my room where I find Dexter sitting up on my bed waiting for me. My heart jumps at the sight and I have to remind it to calm down.

You can't have him. He's off-limits, I remind myself.

I can't feel anything for Dexter. It's wrong and Elsie would kill us if we ever got together, so any feelings other than friendly ones are a no go. He and I can't be anything more than friends. Now if only my dang heart would understand that and get with the program. I mean, but can you blame it? Dexter is fine as fuck and grew up to be one very handsome man. It's kind of hard to ignore how good looking he is, in his sexy black-rimmed glasses that make him look like a hot nerd.

But a nerd who is off-limits.

"Find something you want to play or watch?" I ask him as I sit on the bed next to him.

"Let's watch a movie while you eat and then we can play a game after," he suggests.

"You pick the movie." I hand over the TV remote and PS4 controller to him and he sets it all up while I eat one of my PB&J sandwiches with milk. I hold out the other one to him and he hesitates to take it. "If you're hungry, grab it," I insist and he finally accepts it and digs into the sandwich as he looks for a movie for us to watch.

"If you get any peanut butter or jelly on my bed, I will kill you," I threaten him and feel him turn to look at me. I try to keep a serious face as I stare at the TV but of course, I laugh. "I'm kidding. I'll just have to throw you out along with my dirty comforter. There's no need to kill anyone," I tell him and finally turn to look at him.

"You're just as crazy as I remember," he muses and I smile.

I take a sip of my glass of milk and hold it out to him in offering. He looks at me like I grew another head. "What? You're not going to tell me you have cooties, are you?"

"No, but you might," he says with a grin and takes the glass from me before taking a sip from it. "Can you believe we just had our first indirect kiss?" he says smugly and I just laugh and roll my eyes.

"You're such a dork."

"Never said I wasn't," he says with a wink.

"Give me my milk back." I take my glass from him, suddenly feeling parched, and take a good gulp of it when I feel his eyes on me. I still have the glass pressed to my lips when I turn and see that he's watching me. I slowly lower the glass from my lips and lick the last remaining drops of milk off my lips. "What?" I ask, feeling self-conscious. Is there something on my face?

He shakes his head and goes back to looking for a movie.

I finish the last of my sandwich and hand what's left of the milk to Dexter and he downs it before handing it back to me.

We both get settled into my bed and Dexter finally picks some random movie and puts it to play.

"This is boring," I mutter thirty minutes into the movie and he laughs.

"I didn't want to say anything but I can't agree more. Want to watch another movie?"

"No, let's play Mario Kart so I can whip your butt." He turns over on the bed so he's laying on his stomach with his butt sticking out and I roll my eyes. "Not like that." I spank him really quick and squeal as I make a mad dash. He lunges for me but misses. "Too slow," I tease him.