LA Dreams and Other Things

Drunk Birthday Confessions Part 2

"Good morning, sunshine." I loudly whisper, causing Bryan to burry his head into my chest and pull the comforter up to cover both of us completely.

"Shut the fuck up and go back to sleep," he hazily grumbles and nuzzles closer.

As alpha male as this man can be, sometimes he's the biggest baby I've ever met. He lets out a soft moan when I gently run my fingers through his messy hair. I'm used to the shut the fuck up and all the other raunchy comments I hear spill from the boys' mouths, but this sort of intimacy is something totally new.

Don't get me wrong. B loves his cuddles, but they're never all night long. And they're never quite this affectionate.

Maybe he just has a really bad hangover.

Or maybe its the drunk kiss after telling me he was in love with me last night.

"It's after twelve already. I can't stay in bed all day. I've got stuff to do."

He doesn't seem to like this idea because now he has moved further on top of me, wrapping his arms around me fully, and pinning me to the bed.

"Five more minutes." He growls.

"Two." I rebut.

"Three."

"Okay, deal." I feel like I've just bargained with a child, but any frustration melts away when a smile breaks across his face and I finally see those blue eyes.

Just before his time is up, he speaks. "Hey, I've got a question."

Oh shit. Is this what I think it is? I'm not exactly ready to discuss any drunk confessions right now. I need—

My thoughts are interrupted. "You wanna go get food? I'm starving."

"Yeah, I do."

And just like that I'm shoving pizza down my throat while sandwiched between Bryan and Dom and surrounded by the rest of my boys. All it took was a sassy attitude and some interesting kids Air Force ones to nudge my way into their lives. I'm surprised there's not spit flying as loud as they're all talking with food in their mouths.

I wouldn't have it any other way, though.

"Bruh," I elbow Dom. "I saw you talking to one of the twins last night before downed the rest of my rosé. You fucking wino."

He's been kind of quiet all morning, but when he smiles and shoots me a deviously innocent look, I feel better.

"Bruh, I saw you making out with Bryan last night." He whispers as my eyes widen to the size of the platter in front of me. "And I'm thinking he  might have liked it." He nods towards Bryan's explosion beside me. "A lot."

"Bro, I was fucking wasted, but I wasn't blacked out. I swear, there was no one else in the room and she was just so fucking gorgeous. And then I kissed her and she kissed me back and I forgot who the fuck anyone else was. The way she responded was so fucking hot, like I just know she'd let me tie her up and blow her back out. I want to marry her and fuck her at the same time, just maybe not in that order."

You'd think he was a douchebag the way he talks about women, but he's the first to admit that he'd be the one making breakfast in bed after "blowing her back out."

Or burning it and ordering in.

Anyways, he likes to elaborate things sometimes, which is probably why he has everyone at this table so interested in this mystery girl.

Well, except me and Dom.

Chris loudly asks, "Well, who the fuck was she?" in the midst of "Damn bro" and wide wtf glances.

"I haven't seen you this interested in a long time." Dom says before discreetly winking at me. That sly motherfucker.

"Bro, I know, but how am I supposed to figure out who she is." And he's off on another tangent about this mystery girl until we're finished eating and on the way home.

I've fidgeted the whole trip and run through every scenario in my head. I catch his arm just before he enters the apartment.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?" I ask.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I hate to like crush your dream girl and all, but umm," I stutter, "that girl from last night was me."

I can't make my eyes meet his because I just know he's going to be disappointed. I'm sassy but simple, and simple isn't exactly his type.

"I know."

"Wait, what?"

"I knew it was you."

"Well, then why did you throw some fit about this 'mystery girl', you asshole?"

"Look, don't get mad. Dom saw everything and he knew I kind of caught feelings, so while you were getting ready, we came up with a plan. If you just played along, then you didn't have feelings for me and you wanted it to stay a secret. But if you decided to tell me it was you, then maybe you had feelings for me, too."

That sly motherfucker.

"So you remember everything?"

"Maybe not everything." He says sheepishly. "But kissing you I could never forget."

"What about yelling you're in love with me at the top of your lungs. You remember that, too."

He runs his hand through his hair nervously. "Yeah, I guess I did say that, huh?"

"And I guess you didn't hear me say I might love you, too"

This time it's my turn to wrap my arms around him and crash my lips into his. This kiss is different. Our lips meet perfectly the first time, and we're both fully aware of every heightened sensation pulsing throughout our bodies. His arms wrap around my waist to steady me while I'm up on my toes. He deepens the kiss and pulls me as close as the forces of nature will allow.

Before anything gets too serious, we're interrupted by the boys attacking us and yelling, "Finally!"

So, we're forced to head back inside, but there's still one more thing we need to discuss.

"So, Bryan Williams, what makes you think I'd let you tie me up and blow my back out?" I whisper softly enough so only he can hear me.

" Oh, shit. I was just—," his face turns bright red.

"You should probably take me out on a date first, handsome, and then we'll negotiate."

His face is priceless. He may have had me in the beginning, but I've won the game.