I breathed into his lips. “You have much more restraint than I do.”
He gently pulled my head down to his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m trying. You’re making it hard, but the only thing that’s saving me is thinking how good this feels.”
“How good what feels?”
His heart beat against my cheek, his breath coming in even puffs. “Laying with you. Being with you. Everything about you. If I never had to leave this moment, I’d be happy.”
“Me too, John.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Night, Red. Sweet dreams.”
“Night.”
Chapter 15
I woke up the next morning with an arm around me. I almost forgot that John spent the night until I felt his warm chest pressed against my back
But that wasn’t the surprising part. When I opened my eyes my sister, Valerie, was standing over the bed and looking at me with her eyes wide. “I guess I should’ve called first.”
It took me a minute to register that she was really there, standing with her dyed blonde hair perfectly straightened and wearing heels, dark jeans, and a button down shirt. She looked like she was going to a meeting instead of my apartment. I guess the meeting was with the guy in my bed.
“Oh, no, it’s fine.” I sat up quickly once the full reality hit that my sister was standing there and I had a half-naked guy in my bed.
I glanced over to see that John had rolled over. I elbowed his side and he groaned. “Not now.”
“John, wake up, my sister is here,” I said through clenched teeth.
That woke him up. He turned over, opening one eye and then the other before he sat up on the bed. “Hi, um, I assume you’re Valerie?”
“Hello, strange boy in my sister’s bed,” Valerie said with a small smile on her face. Valerie was three years older than me, so it’s not like she was ancient, but at that moment I felt like the little sister that was about to be reprimanded. She knew I had a friend named John and she assumed he was more than a friend. And seeing him in my bed probably didn’t help that assumption.
“Val, this is my friend John. We went out last night and he ended up staying here.” I could feel all the heat gather in my face. I didn’t know what to say, so everything just came up like word vomit. “But we just slept in the same bed. Not sex. If that’s what you’re thinking. And he has clothes on.” Boxers counted as clothes. As long as he wasn’t sporting some mad morning wood we’d be okay.
Valerie shook her head. “I’m not here to judge what you do in your own apartment, but I would have liked a little warning. At least it was me that found you and not Mom.” She turned her head toward John. “But it’s nice to meet you. The so-called friend that Melanie has been talking about.” She glanced over at me and widened her eyes as if she was saying “Is this for real?”
“I’m really sorry that we had to meet like this.” He crawled out of the bed; luckily he’d put on his jeans at some point. I had to stop myself from staring at how low they hung on his hips, his pelvic V dipping into the waistband of his boxers.
Valerie’s eyes kept roaming to the tattoos on his chest, or maybe it was just at how ripped he was. He was a fine specimen that was hard not to stare at, no matter how old you were. “It’s fine. I understand how college life works. I haven’t been out that long.” She stared at me, as if it was my cue to say something.
I got out of bed, straightening my cami and quickly pulling on a pair of shorts that were laying on the floor. I had an obvious nip slip and I was hoping no one noticed before I pulled the thin top back over my boobs. I should have definitely changed into pajamas.
John found his shirt on the ground, pulling it over his head. “I guess I should let you two catch up. Give me a call, later?” He placed a chaste kiss on my forehead and slid on his shoes. “It was nice to meet you Valerie.”
Valerie nodded. “Nice to meet you too, John. Hopefully I’ll see you again in a better situation.”
“I plan on being here for Melanie’s surgery on Monday. If she finally agrees to let me go.” He looked at me, his eyes sparkling. He knew the best way to get me to say yes. I kind of wondered if he planned on staying the night so he’d have to meet my sister the next morning.
I swallowed hard, thinking that I really needed to brush my teeth. “Yeah. Eight sharp.”
“I’ll be there.” He squeezed my hand and walked toward the door. “See you both then.” He waved and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Valerie watched him walk out and then turned her attention to me. “Wow, Mel, he really is hot. Damn you did good.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I may have said the words, but even I doubted them. Truth be told, I didn’t know what we were. Friends for sure, but after his performance on the dance floor, I was wondering how much more we were than friends.
“Just the guy that sleeps in your bed, takes you to doctor appointments, and that you happen to be wearing lingerie for?” She arched her very thin eyebrows high on her head.
I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping that I didn’t have another nip slip. “It’s a top. I wore it when we went out last night.”
“Out? In that outfit? No wonder he came home with you.”
“Can we just drop it?” I didn’t want to talk about John anymore than I had to. It was confusing enough to me what was going on with us and I didn’t want to dissect it anymore with my sister.
“Fine. Fine. We can drop it. For now. But you know Mom is going to have even more questions than I do.”
I sighed. “Since when did the guy I hang out with overshadow everything else that’s going on? The real reason that you’re here. My surgery.”
She blinked hard, her eyes watering. “I didn’t think that was something you would want to talk about. I thought we could maybe talk about something happier, like possibly how happy Mr. tattooed wonder boy is making you in the sack.”
I shoved her arm. “God, Val! Even if I was sleeping with him I wouldn’t be talking about that with you.”
“Oh come on!” She laughed. “Like any girl wouldn’t want to hear more about that hot piece of man candy that just left here. How did you wind up with a guy like him anyway? I thought you preferred the pretentious, intellectual types?”
I pushed a strand of my now frizzy hair out of my face. “It’s a long story.”
“Give me the shortened version.”
“Fine. Monica dragged me to a party at her boyfriend’s fraternity. John is her boyfriend’s fraternity big brother. We hit it off. The end.” I didn’t need to tell her that he was wearing just a loincloth when we met or any other of the details of that night. The more basic the better.
“Monica’s dating a guy in a fraternity? Wow, you really are going to have to catch me up on things before Mom gets here.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, but I need to shower so you can sit and talk to me while I do that.”
“It’s like middle school all over again.” She beamed.
Strange, but true. We had to share a bathroom when we lived at home, so one of us would always be showering while the other one was doing their hair or makeup or whatever else we had to do in the bathroom. We both got used to having most of our talks while the other one was in the shower. Some people found it weird, but I’d had some of the best conversations with my sister while I was putting on mascara or shaving my legs.
“So tell me what is this surgery all about? Mom didn’t seem to understand it,” Val yelled from the other side of the shower curtain.