The Good Life

Chapter 13

**This one is a little explicit**

He walked her into his small, for a celebrity, 2500 square foot traditional style Hollywood home. The lights were all off, but the light from the city streamed in. She peered in the spotless house, which she never had been with surprise. There were still boxes stacked over both their heads dated 2/20/11. “You haven’t unpacked yet?”

“I haven’t time.” He explained. “I don’t know how much time I will have. I’m touring here in the early summer, Europe again in mid-summer and then probably South America in the late summer. I just don’t know…”

“Well, come on…you have time now. Let’s start. “ She grabbed a box labeled Kitchen and walked it toward the kitchen. Inside, Ikea silverware and glassware. “Really? Ikea? Bruno….”

“What? I was broke…I know you have an Ikea bed…and it works just fine…”

“Don’t hate on my bed, sir. That was my first big purchase after I moved out of my parents’ house. I put that thing together by myself.”

“Nu-huh…” he said putting away his plates.

“Yeah. I’m super woman.” she was totally lying. She had her ex-boyfriend, the rugby player and his friends put it together. She flexed her arms and kissed her left bicep.

“I had no idea Superwoman was in my kitchen.” he replied with a ridiculously cheesy smile. He opened a cabinet door, pulled out two wine glasses and went to the fridge. She peered over his shoulder to see what was in it, almost nothing. He pulled out a bottle of wine, pulled the cork out of it with his hand and poured it in two glasses for them. She sipped it while he watched her. It felt as though he was waiting for a particular reaction. After digesting the first taste of wine she knew why, it was her favorite wine, a wine that can only be found at winery in Texas.

“How did you get this?”

“Lucky you, I’m superman.” he looked at her. She jumped on the counter facing the living room to get a look at him. He was so incredibly sincere in everything he did. There was never anything fake about him. He looked at her intently for a few seconds before he could decide what he was going to do next. He had no idea. Everything he did with her was so spontaneous. There was never a plan. It drove him crazy. If he planned to kiss her, she would kiss him. If he planned to call her, she would text him. If he wanted to make love to her, she would talk about something so above his head that he had to listen to her to understand the things that she does. There was no winning, and he loved it. He took several steps toward her, took her wine glass from her hand, and kissed her cheek. “You’re amazing.” he said. She started to kiss his earlobe in a way he had never felt before. She blew on it lightly and then bit it without hurting him. No one had ever done that to him before, and he had been with a lot of girls. She did it again. With all those surprises. He grabbed her from behind, careful not to drop her, but never let his lips leave her body.

“Don’t drop me, Bruno. I’ll beat you up.” she yelled.

“I’ve got skills, Marley. Just trust me.” he looked her right in the eyes and kissed her forehead as he put her on his unmade bed. At least I managed to buy the silk sheets before I left. He thought to himself.

“Bruno,” she said quietly to him. “What are we? I don’t want to do this if we don’t have this figured out yet…I know I’m being that girl I told you I can be…but I don’t want to have my heart broken…”

“Marla…stop thinking so hard. That’s why you’re such a mess sometimes.” God, we were so almost there. When she just stops thinking she is just….oh….no words. But she’s so smart and so analytical and she never stops to live in the right now…”just think about right now. Don’t think about tomorrow, or where you’re going to be in a week, or a month of in 2012 or if you’re going to survive the Mayan end of days. I’ve got you.”

“But…I’m…supposed to thin….” Marla was stopped midsentence by his kiss. She moved her hands toward his hair and then to his arms. She glanced down at his tattoos. Woah. There really are a lot of them. That is beyond hot. She dug her nails into his back as he touched below her waist. “Ohhhh..ohhhh. Bru….Brunooo.” He put her down gently on the silk sheets after lifting off her t-shirt and unsnapping her bra from the back. As he unsnapped her bra she grabbed the wad of red shirt he had on and lifted it above his head. “Let me take off your shirt…”he put down his arms for a second and obliged her. After she took off his shirt he laid her down on his silk sheets and moved his hands from her breasts to her waist. He kissed her all over and repeated. She grabbed his hair to brace herself because she knew that she was going to scream louder than she ever had. She bit her lip so hard that it started to bleed as he went down on her. “Bru…Brun….Brunnnnnoooooo….diios dioss mioooo. Oh my gooooodddd. Please, please, get inside me.” She grabbed him as close as she could, grabbed his zipper and unzipped his pants. He moved gently towards her. He quietly kissed her neck. She could hear him moan. She tried not to be too loud, biting her lip again. Then she suddenly stopped, stopped moving completely.