22
The weekend was amazing. And not just because of all the sex.
Though we did spend hours in bed. I discovered that Brody liked it when I traced the tip of my tongue over his nipples and the line of muscle that extended from his hipbone to his groin.
I also learned that I liked nearly everything that Brody did to me.
But there was so much more.
We talked about everything. What he'd been up to the last seven years. What I'd been up to. Our favorite movies. What kind of music we listened to. I teased him relentlessly about the Taylor Swift songs I found on his playlist when we turned on some music while we cooked dinner Saturday night.
He claimed that Jacks was the TayTay fan, but I heard him sing along with more than one song.
It was comfortable, as though we'd been together for years, but also new. We laughed and joked about things we shared in the past, yet I got the tingles every time he touched me or looked at me a certain way.
The feeling was both strange and welcome. I knew the past version of Brody. The sweet and funny boy who'd been in my life between the ages of eight and fourteen. The arrogant and sometimes downright mean guy who'd broken my heart my freshman year of high school.
Now, I was learning about the grown-up version of Brody. He was still arrogant and funny, but that sweetness had returned. Just a little. He was considerate, generous, and kind.
It was almost as if I was getting to know an entirely different person.
Sunday afternoon, I sighed and slipped back into the clothes I'd worn to Brody's house on Friday night. I had to go to work on Monday and I couldn't walk in without make-up and wearing the clothes I'd had on the last time Sierra had seen me.
Then again, it probably wouldn't matter because Sierra intended to take the day off and the shop was closed.
No. I had a home. I needed to get back to it. While I enjoyed my mostly naked weekend with Brody, I still had my own life and just because something felt good...no, great, didn't mean that it was smart for me to dive right in.
"Are you sure you have to go home?" Brody asked, tugging on a lock of my hair.
"Yes, I'm sure. I need to take care of some things before I start work tomorrow. Like cleaning up the messes that Sierra probably left all over my house. And doing laundry."
He leaned into me, our faces nearly touching. "When can I see you again?"
"When would you like to see me?" I asked.
"Tonight."
I grinned at him. "I think I need a break for tonight if I have any hope of walking tomorrow."
"We could just—"
I gave him a look that said it all. There was no way he could stay the night with me and that we would both keep our hands to ourselves.
"Tomorrow night?" he asked. "Otherwise, I'll just sit in my house, lonely and alone."
"Isn't that redundant?" I asked.
Brody's face changed. "You can be with someone and still be lonely," he answered.
I hated that he experienced that with Monica, but I was also glad because it meant he was here with me rather than still married to her.
Which was probably petty of me, but it was true.
I closed the scant inch between us and gave him a soft kiss. Just when I was ready to give in and rip my clothes off and spend one more night with him, he broke the kiss.
"You'd better go or I can't be held responsible for my actions," he said.
I backed up and grabbed my purse off the island. "Talk tonight?"
